This afternoon I was talking to a guy after my ride – the first decent ride for over 6 months. This guy is fairly overweight and a little bit blind to the fact. He’s also got a huge set of legs and some incredible stories to tell from the time way back when he was racing seriously. He spoke of being almost 50kg over his old race weight while only looking 30. He talked of a busy life, aborted comebacks and the battle to stave off old age.
This was a man that hated his addictions, though minor. That was distressed with some of his past decisions and resented some that had been made for him. As the conversation progressed he declared today a turning point in his life. A new beginning that was set in motion 4 years ago and only now about to pay dividends.
The more I spoke to this guy the more I started to think that I needed to get myself organised too. It wasn’t long before I was actually feeling a little uneasy about how similar we were, and it made me realise just how out of tune my life was.
Then I realised I was staring at the mirror…