Mild August Mindbomb

Wow. Today was a beautifully odd August day in the Nati. Felt like a mid Fall. Overcast, 75º F, no wind and little humidity. Decided to ride the East Fork State Park MTB trails. Connected all three sections for a fast but sustainable hour long ride. While the trees blurred by, my thoughts wandered into the "God-Damn I am so lucky" self awareness. Crushing the singletrack with little sprints, tight turns, a few logs and numerous stitch-backs, this outing was worth every moment. I smoke, I am 20 lbs. over-weight, and I rather sit on my butt and watch the hours slip by. Yeah, that would be me, lazy.

The basics

The desire to be "here" wasn't my own. Looking forward, this moment will be insignificant, post-hole boring, and obviously adolescent. Just being myself, nothing great nor dreadful. Alive, not content, working on the idea of creating something better than yesterday. Now, wondering how building momentum for tomorrow's crap fest will smell in hindsight. As 40 is supposed to be over-the-hill, my journey to the top seems to have just begun. All signs say, "Though you have traveled far, this oily road has just begun." So cheer up you broken, bored, and burdened ass.