Where did the time go? Life often moves along at a pace that seems too fast for us. I recall a time when the "dog days of summer" really meant something. As a kid I would poke around the yard during those hot summer days, quietly begging the universe to offer me something to do. The summers really did seem like they lasted forever. Now, the seasons fly past in the blink of an eye, and I guess so do the years.
There are times though when seconds turn into minutes. It’s when you get that feeling that you’re invincible as you clean a section of trail you never thought you’d try. That moment when you’re really tired, but have just enough energy to make it all perfect. It’s those times that the clock seems to stop and you’re operating in a slowmotion sequence of action, with your brain operating at maximum capacity, noticing every nuance around you. Those are the seconds we wish we could call upon whenever we want.
Life cruises along until "real life" shows up and turns minutes into hours and hours into days. To me "real life" is when the question is asked: Can you handle this? During these hard times, the routine of work, training, playing, and doing what you want, whenever you want stops. It’s the time when a lump forms in the pit of your stomach and you’re not sure when it will go away. It’s when the bike stays in the garage, as the car now is a much more viable option for travel. It’s when big time conversations are had with family, the kind you never dreamed you’d have, and the worrying reaches new heights.
Then comes the moment when you glance over to those two-wheeled machines and wonder if there’s anyway they can help. Is there a way they can help you escape, not forever, but just for long enough to put that smile back on your face? You try and it isn’t long before you notice the confusion in your head finding some semblance of order. The pit in your stomach is getting a little bit smaller and joy is finding its way back into your heart. You find that it’s the bicycle that is helping you realize order in an otherwise chaotic time. It’s the bicycle…
I’ll meet you at the trailhead Dad. Keep fighting!
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Tim (Eki) Ek
Tim Ek was born and raised in Duluth, Minn., and still calls it home. He’s always had a passion for competition and seeking his own extremes. Tim's true love is the woods: Out in the wild is where he clears his head and finds his peace, and he prefers getting there by bike. Tim Ek: The Eki Chronicles, ekichronicles2.kinetic-fitness.com