I Climbed a Mountain And Turned Around…Then the Landslide almost brought me down…

“I climbed a mountain then turned around… saw my reflection in the snow covered hills till the landslide brought me down”

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Life for me is like a mountain. I’m always climbing reaching for a life that means something. For now spending my time riding bikes while alternating between college every fall is the ultimate enjoyment. Sure, it’s tough. Rewards are far and few in-between but does that matter…

Riding bikes in the lovely winter out here in Georgia is the life. In these moments life seems easy everything is carefree…you simply ride. Riding is enough. My mind is to busy to calculate…pressing through the pain as as the group surges along. In these moments I’m to busy to acknowledge life outside of cycling despite the warnings whispers. I hear a lot of ‘there’s no money in cycling’ …

Finish your degree get a real job… thoughts like these add to the pile of woes pressing the carefree moments down…submerging me.

Instances like these cause me to dig deep to clutch the most important thoughts.

First of all I was never worried about money.  I have the rest of my life to spend in the office plugging away, calculating numbers,earning for the weekends.

Cycling goals may not be forever but for now I choose this life. These goals may change in a year or two but I’ll be dammed if I’ll let others opinions dictate my life.

I simply want to live life. Youth is not eternal I choose to spend mine wisely.

I love riding bikes and getting to meet beautiful people all at different points in life striving for their goals or dreams.

You never know maybe along the way I might just find my calling. Maybe it won’t be bikes. If that falls through you might just see me backpacking across Europe putting that Irish passport to use. 😉 But I’ll never know I guess I’ll just have to keep meandering along.

See you out there.