Share it  Friday, August 12, 2011  The First Time All Over Again
Last evening I took a long bike ride that at least three times
longer than any other I have taken in my bike riding career. I
pushed my body to the limit and the ride home was not all that
fun as I developed not one, not two, but three flat tires, ahem,
I mean two as I was just seeing if you were paying attention.
The reason for the ride was to allow myself time of being
isolated. It's been a while outside a car ride to or from
Indianapolis that I have had time to just think, and I wanted to
figure out why I have such a sense of emptiness after
presentations. I mean, how come I feel as if I have never
presented before? How come I feel as if time is passing me by
and I am doing nothing.  During my ride I found a pattern in my
life; it isn't simply job tasks that I have this sense of
emptiness. With friendships I feel the same way. Next week I
will be working the USAC .25 race in Kalamazoo, Michigan and yet
I will be nervous as I drive to Indy t