It 'that time of year where cycling fans on the streets, bike paths and trails and experience the thrill of resignation to enjoy unrestrained freedom. Think about that statement for a moment.
Where is the humanity, the freedom you enjoy more? In a broader sense is the ', creativity, self-motivation and performance.
I love the joy that I write about skiing, mountain biking, hiking, because the business of bringing joy to my heart.
But what isAny activity that makes you happy, that keeps you coming back for more? It seems to me, is the child's sense of accomplishment.
Take your time and think back to those heady days of the past, if you were with a group of friends on a hot summer day, and drove all the bicycles. Freedom from parental control, has brought joy to go fast in an alley, or jump on a pile of earth shouts for joy.
But most of all was the enthusiasm of the goodon something you could do physically, the more you have, the better you get.
I grew up, when he was part of the brake pedal, and I liked it, turn a corner, get off the brakes and the rear to slide sideways towards the end, you could leave and then the pedal for all they were worth at the moment.
By now you've probably due to the fact that these roads were taken in a small rural town in the '50s, and Schwinn bikes were all with fenders, a rate that probablyhad to ring a bell or playing cards in the spokes. The girls were at the ends of the handlebar streamers, but the guys never did.
We were in town in a fake race Tour de France, the dogs running alongside, their tongues hanging, flopping ears and eyes wild emotion.
Of course, if you get tired, it was from the local store for a Popsicle or soda. If we had 0.10 cents
Freedom is often juvenile. We adults can learn a lot from children, sometimes, the tearBarriers, the maturity and serenity in the Stoic way with some real swimming.
I am training for my race bike with a friend named Jeff, and he never knows quite when it will happen, but he knows that in our travels, at some point in time, I'll break into a horrible off-key rendition of "O Sol O'meo "which I believe is from The Barber of Seville.
I can not help it, the endorphins take over, spills, and the joy of words in the work (that I know that some of them) burst in the air, surprisingMotorists and pedestrians. They are usually a smile from ear to ear, and completely out of breath at the moment, the joy, the present moment.
The children almost always live in the moment. The past is what happened 10 minutes before and probably already forgotten the future could do at the weekend when they visit grandma or to enter the zoo.
Adults, however, are too busy to understand the present and enjoy it for what it's worth, our thoughts are too fullgarbage. Junk on the conflict with their spouse that morning, we cut the shift in traffic lingered yesterday, and there are cheap as hell Suzy pre-school, which will define their future secure enough.
The solution is in any way that does not usually creative. Expand your circle of activity, something you like, which is made in a long time. Or try one thing you've always wanted to do, but ... Ifpossible, do something physically active, in order to get the blood moving, warms the muscles and the endorphins flowing. Then do not forget to laugh and have fun letting go, being in the moment of being a child, your children will wonder what happened, but so glad you did.
In the end, there is only one man's opinion ... mine.
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