Like a Dog with a Bone


There’s this guy that I work with who’s been doggedly fighting a deal I’m trying to write at work.  He sits in the Finance department and has taken it to heart that this particular contract is “bad for the company” and is throwing up objections and disruptions.  His dogged pursuit has continued even after his manager approved the deal and told us to proceed.

The guy isn’t the issue, nor is the deal.  The focus of my introspection is my reaction to the situation – I’ve had the urge to dismiss his concerns and I’ve been actively avoiding talking with him.  I rarely behave this way — I love partnering with people and the internal selling process generally.  But this time, I’ve resented the intrusion.

Perhaps it’s the delivery of the objections (the words are nice, the tone not so much) or perhaps it’s that I’ve grown tired of red tape.  Either way, I’m reminding myself as I write this note that I need to slow down, breathe, exercise patience, and respect others.

Thank goodness it’s almost Friday!



I spent two hours on the beach this afternoon, reading my Kindle and enjoying the sounds of the surf.  I didn’t expect much more than a bit of sunlight and relaxation, hard-earned after a day of exhaustion and excitement.  I didn’t expect to see whales.

The whales breached near the beach, bringing reminders of the strangeness of the deep and the tranquility of the blue sea below.  They arrived as guests to our hurried world, completely unaware and unconcerned about our humdrum lives and human foibles.  They arrived into my life for a brief moment, a reminder that there is a world below the surface that I neglect and ignore.

Like the whales, I feel my awareness surfacing that it’s time for something new.  The whales feel like emissaries from my potential, arrived to tell me to look deeper, seek ahead, and listen to the quiet voice inside me that it’s time to breach into the future.

Back in the Sadddle


I’m back in the saddle, literally and metaphorically.  After nursing my mysteriously sprained and painfully non-operative ankle for more than three months, I went on my first ride today.  It was somewhat pitiful for someone who’s personal motto used to be “Pain Builds Character.”  I managed 15 flat miles and a 15.5 MPH pace, at a mid-zone 2 heart rate (averaging 173, peaking 188).  I rode on my brand-spanking new frame, a replacement from Cervelo due to a factory defect of my old frame.

Nearly every mile of the 15 was a struggle.  I’ve forgotten proper bike posture and cadence, and constantly had to fight my traitorous toes, which seemed to want to point downward in my stroke.  My hands and wrists complained about the quality of our roads.  And it was hot – even though we made it out about 10 am, it was already about 90F.  I’m not sure if the geometry of the 2015 Cervelo frame is significantly different than my trusty 2011 model, but I missed my old Green Machine.

I fought my way through the ride, and lived to write about it.  Today I iced my ankle, but I’m holding out hope that tomorrow will be just a hair easier and every day will be an improvement.  I’m back in the saddle — for another year of Training Ride Leader in Aids LifeCycle, and for another year of riding with friends and bike family.  I’m more than ready to start enjoying the positive effects of regular exercise, endorphins, and the road less traveled.

It’s just be great if I could manage more than 15 miles next time.  Pain builds character, right?