So, I’ve decided to add a little mid-week feature about the trials, tribulations, and general mishmash that is my life. I strive to find the meaning and beauty in everything that happens to me. In sharing, I’m hoping that you, my loyal followers and readers, can learn more about me and maybe become a little more enlightened. Or so I hope.
I have touched on it before, but I love cycling. I’m not terribly fast, or a serious spandex-sporting rider (you’re welcome), but there is something about it that is so incredibly…addicting. Since the addition of my kids, my cycling adventures have been limited to riding a clunky mountain bike, pulling about 70 pounds of Burley trailer and boys. That is, until this week.
Every July, my glorious home state of Iowa hosts the nation’s largest organized bicycle ride. It is called RAGBRAI, and it is something you just have to experience to know how awesome it is. Sure, it’s work but it’s a whole lot of fun. You and 20,000 of your closest friends on two wheels, toiling away for seven days on the rolling roads of the Iowa countryside. Even Lance Armstrong can’t stay away from our little ride.
People of all shapes, sizes, and abilities do this ride. Some are destined for the Tour de France. Others pull their bike out of the barn, knock a little dust off, and sweat and toil through the hills. But a great time is had by all. You see, it’s not about the ride. It’s about the experience. The comaraderie. The conversation you have with a wounded warrior from Wyoming in the morning and the Irish transplant to Idaho in the afternoon. The friends you meet and the friendly small towns in which you eat. Even if you have to walk your bike up the hills, you get to enjoy the experience of being in the great outdoors, moving one pedal stroke at a time, savoring every moment. Life should be like this more often.
Pedal on, friends!