This past Saturday, I had a lot of time to think while I sat on my road bike for four hours and thirty-seven minutes.
Yep, you read that right. 4 hours 37 minutes.
I’m trying to do my first 100-mile bike ride ever on November 28th (my 37th birthday) and this past weekend, on Saturday, I cycled further than I ever have–83 miles.
During that time, fighting through the wind trying to slow me down, I thought about a lot of things, but one that popped up a few times was passions.
Yeah, I write romance novels, but it wasn’t THAT kind of passion I was thinking about. 🙂
For example, I worked at the bookstore after I’d done that long bike ride, and my friend, Gary, asked me what I’d done that day.
“Oh, I went on a bike ride,” I said.
“Oh yeah? How far’d you go?”
I grinned, heat instantly flaming my cheeks. “Uhm, well–”
“No, a few more.”
“Why on earth would you do that?”
I get that question a lot. I just smiled and chuckled.
But really, why would I do that? It’s a valid question, right?
Well, exercise is a passion of mine. Same with my hubby. Sure, some would argue that we teeter the line of exercise and insanity, but nevertheless, it’s a passion of ours. It’s time to de-stress, enjoy our city, and stay fit.
I love to have goals to shoot for, and what better goal to have than on my 37th birthday to ride my bike 100 miles? (Hey, then I can eat as much birthday cake as I want, right?)
Just like a goal for the NaNo writers out there to write 50,000 words in a month. Or, triathletes to see if they can swim 2 miles, then bike over a hundred, then run 26 miles.
I guess if you find something you love, go for it.
So, what’s your passion?