Here Comes the Sun

Ok, so here’s the thing. I do not consider myself to be a complainer.  In fact, I sometimes pride myself on my ability to roll with the punches and take things how they come, but looking back I’ve discovered a discrepancy in that thinking. I’ve started every one of my blogs (yes, all four of them!) complaining about the weather in some shape or form. Not today. Today the weather was… different than it has been. Now I understand that those of you in the Midwest and down to the south east of the country haven’t  seen the most fantastic sunny days lately, mainly due to the fact that to have fantastic sunny days you need sun, and it kind of hast to be fairly fantastic. So with that in mind I’ll take mercy on you. If you want to read what you would like to read then continue through and ignore the words in the parenthesis, if you want to know how good it can be, or maybe what might be eventually on its way, then brace yourself for envy.

For the past couple of weeks we’ve been hit by nonstop showers (of sunshine) and our trails have left a bit to be desired (for instance, um, nothing). I’ve been so bored while I had the past four days off from school (nope) and can’t tell you how annoying it is to be woken up by the sun shining through my window (you get it). I must say, our trails have been just stupid(indous)ly, (in)credible, (un)beliveablely… ok, forget that! I’ve been living a dream. That’s all you need to know. I wake up, I go for a hike with my dog (pet) and my dawg (dad), I hit the trails for a few hours, and then I have the whole rest of my day to myself and nothing to do.

Yet with all this relaxation, with all this family time at home, something’s missing. Since the first weekend of March I had been flying down for mountain bike races in Texas and California every other weekend for eight weeks straight. After my last race at Sea Otter all I wanted was to hang at home, catch up with school, see my friends. But really how long can that last? The fire to get back on the road, to get out there and deal with the stress, the nerves, the success, and the disappointments, it’s an addiction. You can’t run away from away from it, and why on earth would you want to? I suppose I seeking some redemption after my last race, but it wouldn’t be any different if there wasn’t. We athletes, we can’t slow down. Whether we’re ripping down our favorite trail, of going through the tribulations of life, we live fast and we live life to be the best we can be. That’s why after a little break of some fun, easy riding in the sunshine I’m back at it. I’m riding as fast as I ever had and quite frankly, having more fun than ever before.

I realize this post started with me talking about the weather, and that’s how most mediocre conversations with mediocre next door neighbors start, but I think the weather means a bit more than that to me. In a way you can gather some inspiration from the weather, if you let yourself. Cloudy days happen, and sometimes they happen enough to wonder if they’ll ever end. You wait and wait and just when you’re about to lose hope you have to wait some more, but that sun does shine eventually, and when it does it’s all that more sweeter after all the long days spent wondering if it will ever come.

So, yeah, I don’t really consider myself to be a complainer, mainly because sun’s out, so really what is there to complain about?

Thanks for reading and supporting.