Lately the concept of holding one’s self to a higher standard has taken a hold of me—mostly because I realize that I am slacking off in so many important areas: I’m not writing hard enough, running hard enough, or cooking hard enough. I feel myself not fighting against the ruts in my days and not responding critically to the stream of truly idiotic thoughts that run through my old-lady noggin on constant repeat.
However, when I stepped on the bike last night (subbing in for Matt, whose shoes are pretty impossible to fill), I was faced with twenty amazing athletes: riders with heart and courage, willing to fight and sweat and put their best individual efforts forward. We battled. We struggled. We gasped for air. And in the end, even though we had each achieved our own personal workout, we finished as a team. Each individual breath supported and each single pedal stroke inspired another rider. It was pretty damn awesome…
…and so were the tunes! Lots of new stuff on the list—brand new stuff from The Killers and The Gaslight Anthem (loving this new album, by the way), and a pearl-clutching track from the Japandroids.
Freebie alert:
I seem to recall at least one occasion (but I think it was two!) when you showed up to participate in class after running/cycling some ungodly amount as well as teaching Attack. And didn’t I just see something made of figs (or plums maybe?) and pecans that looked heavenly?! You run hard enough, you cook hard enough, and doggone it, people like you.