Monday, September 17, 2012

The view from 35,000 feet

I’ve been on the road a lot lately. Well, more like in the air with brief stints on the road between a hotel / office / airport. For those who travel and have shared this experience, I’ve had a lot of time to think, be curious, and question why things happen the way they do. Granted, much of this time is spent in an exhausted state of mind. While most of this time isn’t productive (see preceding sentence), I do enjoy it and can sometimes come up with good stuff. Most is related to work, family, personal growth, dreaming about bike stuff or what new foodie concoction I want to try next.

On one of my more recent flights, I had nine hours straight to think. Of all things contemplated during that time, I decided that I want to do more writing of my experiences in the day to day. While my life isn’t that crazy cool compared to some, I do get to experience some neat things outside of Bolivar, MO. I don’t know that my boys will ever go back and read the family blog, but one day I hope they will and that they will be able to understand what was going on in my life while I was gone.

While technology, social media, etc. seems to enable the ease of communication with friends, I somehow manage to completely lose track of people in the daily hustle of life. Where the time goes I’m not sure. But, I always look forward to the surprise visit with a friend in an airport, dinner in NYC, golf in San Francisco, or wherever the meeting may take place. When I started my job years ago, I would have thought these random meetings to be a far stretch. But, in fact, they’ve become quite common. These visits have in some ways created an adventure of their own as I never know who will be next!

While Carey does a great job of updating pictures, stories of our family, etc., I wanted to take the opportunity to say that I’ve seen the Lord’s blessing all over our family this year. We’ve all gone through a number of challenges together and on our own, and we’ve been able to rally as a family and stick together. We continue to work together, make adjustments, and thrive. In the past, I struggled to understand how family life could be more than work. But now I know. I have seen first-hand how God is using trials in our history for His glory. I love my family dearly and am completely blessed every day to be part of their lives. Being a husband and father has never been more fulfilling and I know we’re at the start of the greatest adventure of our lives.

This year has brought about many changes to our family, and also to me individually. One of those changes is that I’ve been reminded of how important friends are. There are so many great men around me via work, church, etc. and I’ve neglected many friendships in the past few years. While I’m working to restore those friendships, one group of friends has been especially meaningful to me this summer. Dale Sargent, Ira Brown, and John Jones have all had a big impact on me over the years as we’ve spent countless hours ‘in the saddle’ while touring the back roads of Polk County and beyond. We’ve all regrouped and been riding quite a bit together this summer and it’s been a great outlet for me. There is something about the suffering of hard training rides that seems to build a bond. These guys have offered tremendous encouragement and support, challenge me physically, intellectually, and spiritually, and have been great friends. Some rides are quiet, some are filled with talking on all subjects, and some we’re laughing so hard we can barely pedal. With the first ‘cross race of the season this weekend in Herman, MO, I’m excited about the many months to come of continued training and racing with these guys.

Speaking of laughing with the guys, one of my favorite stories of the year so far was a morning of MTB riding down at the SAC. After a few hours of riding in the summer heat, we were headed back home. While driving back to Bolivar, at one of the major highway intersections, we see a truck is stranded in the middle. Traffic has begun to slow down and things are beginning to jam up. John pulls over in the middle of the island and we all jump out to help push the guys truck back off the road. As the pushing ends and the driver expresses his gratitude for our help, we all notice, in unison, that the guy’s girlfriend in the truck is really laughing. I guess we didn’t notice while pushing, and I’m not really sure it hit us until we were walking back to John’s truck. And then we get it. John and Dale are sweat / dirt covered from the ride, Ira’s in shoes and bib shorts only (with the straps down), and I’ve got nothing but my bib shorts and heart rate monitor on. Not even shoes. As a bystander watching while they waited in traffic, I can’t imagine what was going through their mind. With great memories like this made nearly every day we’re all together, the rest of the year is going to be a blast.   

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