Life is like enduro
I can't believe I haven't posted anything new since July 04. Where did the summer go? I got into a conversation about worry yesterday. My friend was stressing about a trip later this month that could pose some personal challenges. There would be people there from an old life and a different moral background, a lot of things that were familiar but no longer appropriate. They were worrying about whether to go at all, whether to go alone or with someone, whether to take it as a character-building challenge and be a good example for everyone else. I watched them change their mind, in print, twice in a single weekend. I was reminded of a quote I've heard in church for years, that life is not a sprint but a marathon. Neither of us run, so... " life is not a track day but an enduro ". I've ridden two track days at Virginia International Raceway. By mid-afternoon, I knew the track so well that my last six lap times were all within 5 seconds of each other