Author: Chet

My gosh I've written about cycling a lot over the nearly twenty years of this blog. Here comes another. You've been forewarned. Thursday as I departed Andrew and Ek's apartment, I told Miss I was heading out on the bike and getting lost. She knew exactly what I meant. So as I made the familiar … Continue reading Why I ride…

We should remember that one man is much the same as another, and that he is best who is trained in the severest school. - Thucydides Stop looking for shortcuts to what you want. Take the long way home. On purpose. Run into hard. The ancient truth from Thucydides doesn’t just sound good. It is … Continue reading Do it well…

All humans seek structure and order. We want things to make sense. We fear chaos. Truth be told, none of us can create stability on our own, at least not for long. Stuff happens and we go from shaken to stirred, and end up stressed out. This is as common and forever as the cold. … Continue reading Shaken, stirred, toward what…

Yesterday Miss made breakfast as we waited for baby A, Andrew, and Ek to arrive. I put on my "Old man playlist" while she worked. Had her try to guess artist and song title. The song Listen to the music, by The Doobie Brothers came on. She instinctively started to dance. Made me smile from ear to … Continue reading Dance…

I get blamed by my friends for many of their injuries. They blame me for doing too much of the same drill, not giving them enough rest between reps, and putting together routines that make no sense. They are not completely wrong but missing the point. Here’s truth. To peak you must play with pain. … Continue reading Train…

Freakin' magic practice with a client we've been working with for 23 years. Long time. Grown up together. He's entering a late stage of life. Me too. Struggling with normal fears of mortality and the unknown. So, we took it on. Talked it out. Nothing new under the sun, you know. His fears are not … Continue reading Faith…

The world loves excuses.  Excellence demands you make yourself do what you can.  Which are you choosing. You choose. Your choices have consequences. Excuses or excellence. You cannot choose both. Damn. Live hard. Love harder... Don’t be a dumbASS…

My father taught me how to be tender. He was the kindest man I’ve ever met. My father in law (Nickies) taught me how to be tough. Actually, they both taught me (in their own way) how to be both. Fathers are called to lead families and are expected to lead when they least feel … Continue reading Fathers…