Today, Zach and friend went on an adventure, a beautiful 40 mile bike ride from Sequim to Port Angeles and back on the Olympic Discovery Trail.
Zach hasn’t been on a bike in 18 months, and in fact, his bike was vandalized back then so he had to use my sadly neglected bike for this adventure. While I question his sanity in jumping in the saddle and shooting for 40 miles, I very much admire his ambition and determination.
He now absolutely detests my very nice cutaway bike seat and has been making liberal use of ice packs this evening.
His adventure, and comments about the resilience of youth, made me think: where do we adults lose the “What the heck, let’s go for it!” mentality? Somewhere along the line we learn to minimize risk, to set measurable, reasonable goals.
Maybe we should try to re-engage that youthful state of optimism and adventure about life. What’s the worst that could happen? Try and fail? Or perhaps even more scary… we can try and succeed.
What’s your version of the 40-mile bike ride? Is there some adventure – physical, mental, creative, emotional that you could take on, and in the process live life a little more intensely and vividly?
Many of us do National Novel Writing Month in November – but (smack me now) for me, that’s pretty easy. The result isn’t pretty, but spewing forth 50,000+ words in a month is quite do-able for me.
One gutsy friend is going to try out for the local community chorale, her first time singing since high school 25 years ago.
As some of you know, my not-yet-ready-for-a-rocking-chair mother qualified for and is swimming in the National Senior Olympics this summer, at Stanford.
Another friend got tired of being frustrated with her job, and finally just… quit. She has lots of ideas, but no next thing in line. She’s trusting her own skills and talents to find a better gig.
The personal challenge that comes to mind for me is the idea of trying open water distance swimming. I swam competitively in high school and college, and while I was not any kind of serious national competitor, I was good at it and enjoyed it.
I’ve resumed swimming on and off throughout the years, and while my 40-something year old body needs a little TLC with the shoulders and knees, it’s been a very positive activity for me. (Except that whole wearing a swimsuit in public thing.)
I do best with a challenge, a goal, and speed is not a realistic one anymore. Open water swimming just might be. In past years, there has been an August swim across the Puget Sound, the Puget Sound Crossing for Kids, which sounds like a great target to me (if they’re still doing it).
So what’s your 40-mile bike ride, the adventure that’s been tickling the back of your brain? Why aren’t you trying for it?