Once you’ve finished a bike tour it’s easy to minimize the accomplishment.
Easy to forget how hard it was, actually committing and doing the preparation and training, then sticking it out through 500 miles of early mornings and late nights and sweat. Easy to remember the celebrations and forget the flat tires.
When we talk about the FRONT RANGE TOUR in January and February I tell people “most folks can do this ride if they train for it.” But I told our team something different last weekend.
“It’s true that lots of people could do this tour, but they didn’t. They stayed home. You didn’t. You stepped up, took the risk, faced the fear. That took courage, and I hope you won’t minimize it.”
Dream-following is tough business; no shortage of good reasons to avoid it. Safer, and a whole lot easier, to let someone else do the dreaming.
I got to watch our team roll through the beautiful hills around Palmer Divide. The rest stop near the summit was something special.
It’s the sort of peaceful, relaxed sense you get from a team of people who follow a God-sized dream, people who work hard together writing a chapter in a story bigger than themselves. No, it’s not easy. Yes, it takes courage.
Lots of people could have done it. These people did it.