The threads of the Macomer marriage point to the fabric of so many other marriages just like it. So much so, I couldn't help but think this story should be compulsory reading for every relationship counselor.
So what else? Well, I can say that this Monday morning feels like the first real work week of 2013. I worked last week but everyone I dealt with seemed to be in a haze from New Year...including myself so not a whole lot accomplished.
I rode yesterday and had a nice conditioning ride. I was going to ride both days this weekend but Saturday got jumbled up so Sunday I called my guy Keith Kelly and set up a 3 hour ride with 1 x 20min hard effort at the end.
Before the ride I figured it would be more fun with a bigger grp so I sent an email a training list I have an hour and a half before we left from Farfalle Cafe. It wasn't much lead time but Mike Harris showed up just in time....so Keith, Mike and I headed out west toward Mt. Wachusett around 11:00.
Funny how providence works sometimes. As we rode yesterday it was clear to the three of us that life provides reasons for things; like why we ride bikes. Sometimes riding is our playground, at other times it's our place to be warriors, but yesterday it was our church.
You see, Mike tragically lost his daughter a few days before Christmas this year, while Keith's thirteen year relationship ended, and I have recent despair of my own. So there we were, Journeyers on a path going west, saying nothing and thinking little, but feeling an authentic empathy all around us. There was beauty in it. Nothing said, nothing hinted at, but each of us knew...we knew that a pure kindred energy was elevating us; And sometimes, heck... most times, that's all we need!
Peace and roll strong.