I'm sitting here with furrowed brow because Liz did some of France's most infamous climbs after three weeks of riding and I'm worried about my weeklong tour of Middle Tennessee. Granted, repeated steep grades, no matter how short, can take it out of you, but still. Alpe d'Huez? Five hundred miles in 10 days? I must be a big wimp or something. The first time I hit 500 miles in a month was a big deal. Am I missing something?
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher