Earlier today as I got dressed for a bike ride I looked in the drawer and made a choice between several different sport sock colors. I chose black. Why? Well, many years ago I read an article in Outside magazine (or maybe it was a mountain biker mag) that wrote about being passed by some old geezer wearing black socks. So does choosing the black socks make me an old geezer? Not by a long shot. I am a woman in her prime training for her first tri-athalon and did I choose the simple distance, the sprint? Nope, I went for the big guns and chose the Olympic distance. Doesn’t that just sound cool? As I was donning my super comfy black socks for some reason that article went through my mind. I think it reminded me that perseverance pays off and if you keep trying hard you will one day be the person that you think you can be. Training for a tri isn’t as bad as I always envisioned. In fact, I think I like it more than training for a marathon by a long shot. Always something new, never getting tired of the same old thing.
So now that I have that under way I think of my other goals. Mainly, writing a novel. Yep, I still have that kindle of a dream burning in my brain. Do I have this strong propensity to write at every spare moment, no. However, the spark still stays alive and I choose to believe that with this tiny spark something great will happen. It’s like the old cave man days when they had to carry the coal from home site to home site. I will carry my kindle of fire until one day it can become a bonfire and burn for a good long time. This will require a lot of hard work but it will be worth it. So as I write this with a little help from a bit of white wine I look forward to the time when I can put that kindle to a small stack of wood and watch what blossoms out of it.
