I spent Saturday of this week working a 20-hour day at the 43rd annual Florida Trail Riders Banquet Awards Celebration in Daytona Beach, Fla. Then Sunday, I worked on my friend’s dirt bike with her and replaced her top end, which was a learning experience since I was in charge of changing the piston. Talk about a tough job! I’m definitely no motorcycle mechanic but it’s always cool being able to do something by myself.
Today, we drove to the Croom Motorcycle Park in Brooksville for the day and put in a good 25 miles (plus 5 miles that didn’t make it on my GPS because I forgot to turn it back on) in just over an hour and a half! Crazy since I haven’t been on my bike in months but I have been working out and doing yoga a lot so I felt strong and my ankle seemed solid; it was my hands that felt weak!
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Back to Life.
I feel human again by cuddling with my puppy or going for a run on the beach. Lately, I’ve also been hitting up bikram yoga for 90 minutes of profuse sweating. It’s like racing a 4-hour enduro without the adrenaline rush.
Fill the tank and drive the car
Pedal fast, pedal hard
You won’t have to go that far
These Lady Antebellum lyrics are helping me through some tough times lately, especially the hook: “When it’s all said and done, You can walk instead of run, ‘Cause no matter what you’ll never be alone.”
I came upon some unexpected circumstances and my roommate and I have to move out of the house we just leased in Cape Canaveral. My heart is not right with this loss. Personally, I feel like people have been letting me down left and right and professionally, I feel restless waiting on others to get their act together or I’m just ahead of the curve, like before my time, or I don’t belong here anymore and I’ve reached the glass ceiling in terms of what I can accomplish; maybe I’ve achieved all I can in Florida. So I’m opening myself up to the possibility of settling somewhere else when I used to think I would live in Florida forever. Now I’m not so sure.
Something my dad said recently struck me and made me feel tremendously better immediately (Pops always has a way of doing that!) He said something like, “You know what the best thing about freedom is?” And I looked at him blankly, thinking of a million answers and knowing none of them would be what he was thinking. He answered, “You get to choose who you hang out with.”
Last week my sister asked if I would subject myself to any “forced family bonding,” this weekend, to which I agreed, but then Saturday when my dad called and told us that his wife passed away unexpectedly, within a few hours we had hopped in my truck and hit the interstate to Asheville, N.C.
You know what they say, “Everything happens for a reason.”
Pops is doing ok and just glad his girls are here. We’ve been cleaning up the place for him so he can feel comfortable again. Every morning we sit on the couch with our laptops and catch up on the news and gossip. He told me I need to start updating my website more often – “just a sentence or two everyday,” he said.
So, here I am. Yesterday my sister and I ran up and down the mountain road across the street from his house. It’s a mile up and a mile back and probably one of the steepest roads on Earth.
View from the top
“The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arise from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost” – Arthur Schopenhauer