There are NO Twin Peaks.....



I sat down at my desk to consider a blog post and spied this doe grazing about 60 meters away.


There are days now when the body I am trapped in seems foreign to me. 

It seems impossible that this is the same body that pedaled me cheerfully, just a few short years ago, over 103 miles (165.7 K) through the rolling hills of West Tennessee .  It was a beautiful autumn Sunday, with temperatures in mid sixties (F) and very little wind.  I was one of nearly one hundred cyclists that rolled out from our Beale Street starting point.  For most of us it was our first attempt at a "Century" (100 miles in one day).  Most of the group wouldn't complete the circuit that rolled north of Memphis along and often within sight of the Mississippi River and back.  I did finish the ride though admittedly I complained a tad when my bike's computer/odometer rolled to 100.0 miles and I found myself still a few miles from the finish line back at Beale Street. 

My ride had required over six hours in the saddle and at an average speed over 16 mph, I had burned in excess of 3,800 calories.  While no Lance Armstrong, I was happy.  Hell I was ecstatic!  If you love to exercise and know what I mean by "Endorphin Rush" then you can imagine how I felt after 6 hours of steady pumping and the free beer provided by this ride sponsors.  I was, unknowingly, at my peak.

It is funny, in a sick way, how the peak of your life can slip by unnoticed.  Life doesn't give you a reminder that you had better pay attention because how you feel right now, this very instant, is the best you'll ever feel for the remainder of your life.