![]() The World's Leading Authority in Strength, Health & Fitness Now shipping globally at no extra charge!!! |
||
|
RIDE HARD A PRELUDE TO "RIDE HARD: THE SECRET BUMP & GRIND WORLD OF BMX/MTB TRAINING" CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO Time has stopped right about now in this little Rockwell postcard hamlet. In the distance I can see the farmers fields, their crops growing to the sky just about ready for harvest…not sure what they are but they’re reaching up to the heavens like those precious Sunflowers oh-so long ago. I can see the hills, the rocks, the rough terrain with all its little surprises, even a church steeple and the perfect little weeds that sprout just perfectly here in the wilderness where no one can hack them away. To the far left you can see the dairy cows peacefully sauntering in the yard, flicking their tails in the hot summer sun. But right about now, I’m not thinking of how fresh the air feels, or how orioles fly from tree to tree here or even the marinating steaks readying for the grill at home – I’m thinking about that little gap that I’m about two feet short and looking down at eight feet of retribution… Years pass by or maybe it was just the shortest of seconds as I unceremoniously meet the dirt, tumbling blindly like the golden decaying leaves that’ll cover these hills a month or so from now and eventually come to rest in those same precious weeds and thorns that I saw from above. Picking myself up, looking at the muddied TJ, the bike is intact and somehow, incredibly, unexplainably so am I with just the odd drop of claret present here and there. Looking back up, the little gap was not so little, a lot beyond my abilities and so…its conquering will have to wait for maybe…tomorrow or the next. But right now time isn’t frozen, it’s not waiting and definitely too short as in the distance, dark clouds are rolling again in fast and hard…so I jump back on, not bothering to dust off the dirt and mud that I earned so unabashedly, bounce on down the hill, through the rolling hills and under the trees to the waiting grill, marinating steak and a noble Shiraz. The experience of passion is a thirst that is rarely quenched in today’s fear ridden and confused world that doesn’t see the brilliance in the often overlooked things. The brilliant beauty of imperfection, the modest little weeds that sprout everywhere naturally are rarely seen for what they are, perfect, rustic and robust. Destruction and construction, like perfect imperfection are everywhere – they are natural and pure, yet teeming with an intense storm of survivability that chest beating bravado knows little of. Life emerges from nothing and nothing is predictably, unpredictable. As we peer into the pond’s reflection what we envision is a distortion as it only captures what we have been tormented into believing what is possible and far from the world of truth. What is true…is we have one life, one time to live and so… Today…that ride is mine. Ready to roll out again that little gap will be faced once more head on. Falling is an inevitable part of the ultimate reward of knowing that route to success comes through getting back up. The grips feel good in my hands, legs ready to pound hard – its time, it always is time to live this life with passion. |
©2006
RENEGADE TRAINING INTERNATIONAL, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | SITE BY BIG IDEA SOLUTIONS, LLC | ALL ONLINE SALES FINAL |