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Changes...


There are changes slowly washing over the mountains and valleys as one season gives itself over to the next. We/us, you/I, are different than we were months ago- Stronger,wiser for surviving another summer and looking toward what is next- Gaining firm footing as the leaves pile up and the frost prunes away the last of the stubborn wildflowers- It has been a long season; sweating, suffering, conquering and learning that slow is just as important as fast sometimes.

I have neglected this space, this opportunity to shed some light upon who I am and what I think about the world around me- Transformations abound and many are just ahead of me- Prepare yourselves dear readers, this space will not simply be about Watts and Heart Rate and Intervals and VO2 Max and carbon fiber and rolling resistance. There will be doubt and loss and adventure and discovery... life and death and all the scabs, scars and bruises that carve us into who we are- Evolution-

Sure- if I am fortunate enough to have sponsorship bestowed upon me you can bet that there will be mention of said sponsor and their product/service- Beyond that, I will not simply "keep it simple". Stick around, check-in and you will see that there is a whole lot of messiness up in here!

"The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

The North is to South what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine
I am mine"

-Eddie Vedder

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