We live in that wonderful consumer society that is constantly shouting to us: As soon as you have/are ____ you will be happy!!” So we buy more and more stuff, we fight to become whatever is the cultural ideal of the moment, we mindlessly follow the latest trends, hoping, finally this time, hap[...]
Archive for the ‘Deep Thoughts’ Category
Two weeks down
It’s been two weeks and a day since The Incident. Saturday I managed to walk to Mount Tabor, although I had to sit on a bench for a while when I got there, and walk back. Yesterday I walked to the Academy Theater, watched a movie, and walked back, about 1.2 miles each way. The [...][...]
Kristin rides…sometimes
This has been a remarkably different year for me in terms of training and cycling from the previous three. Honestly, I haven’t really been riding much, and I don’t have any kind of training plan. I try to put in a few long rides here and there, often failing (this weekend, as one example[...]
Letting go…
What does it mean to me, to let go? I’m a control freak, I’m a perfectionist, I scare easily. And yet that’s not who I want to be. I want to let go. At the same time I also tend to trust my gut, listen to my intuitive, I have become impulsive… but I am [...][...]
Looking out over Santa Barbara
I see palm trees and green spread across the city I see the ocean and smell the salt in the air I can see sailboats and large white rigs dotting the water I hear exotic birds, hiding in the palms, calling to one another I feel the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin But there’s one thing I [..[...]
Age: A pre-mid-life crisis
I felt old for the first time ever today. I received my new 2010 OBRA membership card in the mail with my upcoming age printed in big black letters: RACING AGE: 27 Gulp. Thank you OBRA, I’m officially going through a pre-mid-life crisis. I’ve been in a strange head space lately, pretty m[...]
Ode to Forest Park
When Brett was killed, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. When me and A broke up, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. And, now, today, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park through a few inches of slippery rutted mud on fire lane 5, giggling as I almost went over the edge [...][...]
On relationships
I guess I have to learn the hard way. We only dated for two months, but I let myself go. I decided for the first time, I wasn’t going to be guarded, I wasn’t going to be careful, I was going to just let myself fall face first into love. And, predictably, I fell face first [...][...]
Cross Roads
I’ve been struggling to come up with a post to update this thing, other then some racing schedules. I feel utterly overwhelmed. I feel like I dropped all the focus I had way back in the fall and it exploded into a million different pieces, each with it’s own trajectory. When I think abou[...]
New Years Non Resolutions
OK, OK… they’re really resolutions. I guess. I was going to write a really long wrap up of all the crap that happened over the past year, lessons I’ve learned, yadda yadda, but I’m going to stick to my last post. This is what my novel is. While it might not be factually accur[...]
