It was a warm sunny Sunday morning in Dallas. A work day before meant the weekend was to be short and sweet. A six day work week made a honey-do list one that was not necessarily welcomed. As I put off doing the dishes, laundry and all other things not fun I directed my attention to the lawn. As I pulled the cord to power the lawnmower I could not help but think: at what point does doing something as simple as mowing the lawn become enjoyable? To further that when did an act of labor become an act of love and when the hell did I start turning into my parents?
“Sometimes great pressure pushes one to great things”.
I came to consciousness in the ambulance, the paramedic asked me some questions and I knew the answers, at least I thought I did. It was my first XC ride in Oklahoma and boy did it leave a mark.
4-5 hours after concussion
Where it all begins, Rockledge Point
Rockledge Rumble 50K November 10, 2007
A day for redemption.
DNF, Did Not Finish, a year ago on November 11, I had to pull out of the 2006 Rockledge Rumble 50K, my stomach had waged a war and won, I gave everything I had for 20 kilometers and then had to call it quits, I walked in the finish and the race director was nice enough to give me a 30K finish time, but to me I had failed, this was the first time that I had to DNF a race. Continue reading