Wednesday, September 30, 2015

New TED Talker That's Been Making Me Think!

Andrew Solomon is a story teller who has an interesting perspective on life... He has struggled through depression and hardship. I don't believe I've ever heard someone speak so eloquently about the struggle of life! I randomly came across Solomon's TEDTalks, and I encourage you to take a listen to this one about how our awful moments help us shape a more powerful person - you and me!

Monday, September 14, 2015

Ever Have One Of Those Amazing Summers?

I guess I really can't say enough about this summer... Frankly, it has been a blast! From concerts to travel, to big mountain ride/climbs, to fun parties. I think I've done just about it all. What's more, a lot of my adventuring has been in and around Durango. After years of getting on the road and exploring other places, I finally believe I've been able to come back home for a while - and it has been amazing! But this realization didn't just come to me, I had to work at it. And the point of this post is simple, but reflective of the first part of this paragraph: focus on the amazing, and remember it. 

I feel like so many of us (including me) rarely reflect on the amazing we have in our life! Yes, we are in the experience. Yes, it is a blast (or it totally fucking sucks). But when was the last time you sat down, and thought about what the fuck just happened? As a back-country skier, there are many times I've been back at my car, looking at the peak I was just at the top of, saying, I was just up there. But I don't think of how much fun it was getting there. I don't recall the bent tree with the snow wrapped so carefully around it. Or the small white rabbit dancing over the snow... These are the moments we need to wrap in to our head. And, so, as I remember this summer, I'm overwhelmed with love and happiness for all the people, places and purpose I've experienced. I am grateful, thank you! 

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Power Of The Strava

A few years ago someone suggested I try this Strava thing... The social activity tracker app allows your phone to GPS your time/distance/location and more data points to showcase your ride, and your shredding ability. So I did. And I didn't like it. At the time I was more or less focused on a different type of, well, me. The me I was racing was one recovering from some personal shit that didn't involve people online, I was racing against myself. And this has been true for the last four years. My competitive self was fighting for the life I wanted to live, compared with the life I was living (if that makes any sense). My point is I wasn't focused on improving as a mountain biker, or improving much at all. Enter a wake up call that's changed my life... 

Very recently, there came a moment that moved everything in to focus. Or better yet, the fog is starting to clear. In a lot of ways, I'm taking this opportunity to develop a greater sense of who I want to be, and what's most important. I'm getting back to the roots of what's driven me as a person for most of my life - training. And now, I'm in a place to use Strava. 

I'm sure this seems silly, but there's power in data and tracking one's performance. I feel as though I'm more or less committed to driving hard to perform, to focus my talent on going faster and faster. In other words, I feel Strava is reminding me to do better, and the data helps! So, if you're wondering how to track my rides/skills, well my profile is here, and feel free to follow - If you want to follow my life, well talk to me on the trail some time!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

I've gotten in to this habit of reading a poem a day... As for today, and what this day represents, I chose The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. I'm partial to Frost, as his uniquely American voice captures so much of what we feel as short-term members of this country. Enjoy, and think about the different road you may take on day... 

Sunday, August 02, 2015

The Shadow, And Rumi

The first time I read Rumi, the 13th Century Persion poet, I was in college at the University of Oklahoma. However, his words didn't sit with me then... The second time I read Rumi I was in a sauna in San Francisco going to a Grateful Dead show. Let's just say his words stuck deep within me...

Now, I'm pretty much hooked on the power of Rumi's visuals and powerful narrative. One of the latest poems that's caught my attention is
Who Says Words With My Mouth. If I may be so bold as to provide my interpretation and analysis, then let me say that I'm most moved by how there appears to be a semblance of the ego, or a power known to the narrator that is similar to "that little voice in our head". However, Rumi brings forth the voice as having unwanted and, at times, wanted control over the actions/thoughts/words of the narrator. It is though there is a shadow force managing some drunken part of the mind. I call it ego!

And don't we all have this little voice that likes to remind us of our lack of success/failures or how things should have been? For me, Rumi calls it out and asks, who is speaking for me? If this voice isn't my own, why does it speak? I also love that he calls in the drunk; the one voice that yells the loudest. There is likely no correcting the voice, as it has its place. Trust me, trying to fight this voice and silence its presence is a battle not easily won. But I love the question Rumi poses - who speaks for me? As I reflect on this, I wonder who that really, really is?