It’s good to be held accountable, even when it stings.
My odometer’s about to turn over 600 miles for the year. It’s all been indoors, on the trainer, staring at the same view of the garage wall. Frankly, it can get a little boring.
Earlier this week I was telling the guys in my Harvest Farm workshop about my training. Actually, I guess I was griping about the unusually long winter and the cold weather and the tedium of endless cranking in the same spot while gazing at the never-changing scenery.
And one of the guys asked, “If it’s so horrible, why do it?”
Yeah. Good point. My friend caught me in what’s called a “humble brag.” It’s what happens when you complain about something positive as a way of getting attention.
Look at this great thing I’m doing, the sacrifice involved, and how the universe is conspiring against me. But don’t worry about me—I’ll keep going.
My friend was exactly right. Nobody’s making me train. If it’s that terrible, I ought to stop doing it.
Except, of course, it’s not that terrible at all and I’m not doing it for attention or for the great view. I write to tell you about it because telling you about what’s happening is part of RICH’S RIDE. But it’s not about me, or at least it’s not supposed to be.
I’m training because I want to be ready for FRONT RANGE FREEDOM TOUR ’14. I want to be part of making life a bit better for the kids at the HOME OF HOPE in New Delhi. There’s a whole team of folks training for a common purpose, and it’s not about the view.
I cranked 15 miles yesterday with a much different attitude. I thought about gratitude and service and the opportunity to be part of something bigger than what’s in front of my face.
And that boring view? I thought that, for a kid, the view from a brothel in New Delhi isn’t all that inspiring, either.
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