Well I'm stuck between the green grass....
....and forty million miles from the sun. Or so the song goes. Perfect and ironic that it came on this AM on my shuffle as I continue putting in the work in the early morning air. Yesterday was still felt in my legs but the air was crisp and the determination was there. Beautiful. I threw the leg over the bike, hit play and rolled. The ride tore upon the healing muscles that helped me at least take back 11 places as I watched the race roll away. It was needed.
At the top of Lee Hill the song came on and the lyrics spoke to me. Again smiles. Did it fall apart before it all began? Easy to let the mind pour gasoline on itself and commit suicide. Rolling in the garage, my son heard the door rumble open. He comes flying out with a pair of ridiculously old Oakleys....no lenses.
"Did you not crash and win daddy?! Can we ride now!?"
What can I do? I'm the luckiest man on earth. Just stuck between the green grass and forty million miles from the sun.
Sunday, September 30, 2007 at 3:11PM
Reader Comments (2)
Wow! Sometimes all it takes is a step back and a healthy perspective. Thanks for happiness.
Finding brightsides is like my full time job these days, Boups. HA! Kidding. I'm just being a drama queen these days.