Against the Wind
I have been in the process of rediscovering my joy in sports for sports sake--and all of the sports are individualistic. No crowds, clapping, cheerleaders, coaches, and criticism. Yesterday, I hit the bike and did a rail-trail for about ten miles total. Today, I lifted weights, went to Church, then went to another rail-trail and ran 5 miles. I compete against myself and no one else really cares. And that is the way I want it. I find joy in the activity itself, be it riding the bike, lifting weights, going for a run, paddling the kayak, or my Back-to-the-Future Retro return to skateboarding. All of the related equipment has been obtained in the last couple of years. Most of it is stacking up in my kitchen which is beginning to look like a Dick's Sporting Goods Store (though my stuff is typically quite a bit higher in quality). A friend asked me if I was going through a mid-life crisis. I don't think so. I am statistically closer to have a 2/3 of a life crisis if my longev