This dude (on the right) is the littlest big man I know. He’s 66. Just rode 103 miles across the Kansas flint hills. I was supposed to be with. Life got in the way. He rode it alone like a little big man. He had 5 surgeries this past year alone. Both knees rebuilt. Shoulder too. Diagnosed with prostrate cancer. Surgery there too. He wasn’t sure he could do it. He freakin’ dominated it.
Stop the excuses. Start the disciplines. Actually, start dreaming first. I can’t wait to hear his stories. Lord willing, he’ll be leading us up the toughest Tour de France climbs in a little less than three weeks. What big dream gets you fired up, friend?
Live hard. Love harder. Well done, Littlest Poquito. Well done…
BUILT TO LEAD 