Friday, September 9, 2011

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.


  1. The valley's not such a bad place, right? You have a nice view of the mountains from here.


  2. Well, CW... just be glad we're just passin' thru! Those of us that know the 'end of the book' can rejoice and enjoy the peace we have in knowing THE BEST IS YET TO COME!

    Hang in there, my friend... everything of this world is TEMPORARY!! :)

  3. My mom asked me to read your post today. She and I walked part of the Camino de Santiago in Spain in 2007. Over six days, we hiked 100 km of the pilgrimage trail 3 years before her diagnosis with CBGD. I think this post really moved her and that trip was one of her great peaks. I am so glad we went.

  4. My father passed away in 2007 from CBGD or rather from the complications that arose from it. I started to write you several times and I deleted my posts before I published them. I wasn't sure what to say and what I die say sounded so inadequate. When I think back about my father, the one thing I wish we had did was focus more on the quality of his last days rather than the quantity.

    Best Wishes for you and your family


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