At 39, biking in Bridger Foothills, I reminisce. As a kid, Valentine’s Day was tough. School was a show-off fest: fancy cards, treats, a popularity contest. I was the odd one out, handing out cheap cards, receiving few. It wasn’t fun being the unpopular red-headed kid.
Fast forward, there’s me, proposing over Pac-Man, hoping for a better future. Didn’t work out, and I kept running, avoiding more heartbreak.
Now, as I ride in Bozeman’s cold, watching a stunning sunset, I think maybe it’s time to stop running. Bozeman isn’t about popularity or relationships for me. It’s about being in the right place, at peace, on a new road.
On this day in history, a stroll down memory lane
- 2011: And life goes on
- 2010: Wrong Zone
- 2008: Pedal Punk
- 2008: First epic stage race
- 2007: Exhausted But Riding Strong
- 2005: Can’t Sleep
- 2002: Paul and Lucy in Glen Falls
- 2001: Work Study Sucks
- 2001: Quiet Embrace of Sorrow
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