Resistance…

Resistance is real. Subtle sometimes. Screaming like a siren on other occasions.

Last night ended poorly for my sorriness. Got horrible news of one of our OSU athletes being carjacked and shot in the process (He’s just out of his second surgery this am and stable, fyi). Wrecked me. If that wasn’t bad enough, I ran into one of my best friends ex. Hadn’t seen this one since the big divorce. Made me sick to my stomach too. Went to bed late, set the alarm for 6:16am, and tried to force myself to calm down and rest. Didn’t work. Salt bath of a dinner had me up most of the night. Could not drink enough water. Nightmares ensued. Alarm jolts me awake after what felt like minutes not hours. Resistance reared it’s ugly, pity seeking, little head.

I began to contemplate the excuses resistance was firing my way. “You’re too tired. This won’t be good for you. The guys will understand. You’ll get dropped and ruin the ride for everyone. Nobody will care. Go back to bed. Ride the pelly later. Sleep in. Feel sorry for your sorriness.” Then Littlest texted me. He needed me to open the back door so he could do his business.

So, I did.

I woke up. Reminded myself of who I am, why I’m here, and why all the little decisions matter most. Remember, your coaching from yesterday, Chet, I told myself. Consistency counts more. Bib’s on, shoes tightened, tires pumped, and off we went. It helps to see six friends congregating at the end of the asphalt ready to ride. Together, you know. Always together.

Live hard. Love ❤️ harder. Kick resistance in the ASS. Together…