My job has been hard. The last two days were 14 hours, the day before that was 12. Today was only 7, but I was apartment hunting for the following 4 hours. After a ride this AM of 18 miles, I found myself on the trainer tonight after finding what I feel will be my new home. I asked my mom to come down and talk to me about it as I rode. She smiled and we laughed as she sipped wine and I hammered the wheels of honesty.
She always is there. I feel like she's really training with me. She made 65 minutes FLY by without iPod or CNN or any other artificial stimulus. Getting these workouts after LONG day is a project. Actually, it more resembles a mountain. But I'm doing it. I never thought I was going to be able to do it. But I am. And I know that every day, should be a good day to die. So I'm working for what I love and what I love works for me.
Lately, out of this darkness, a light is gleaming like a flash. I thought I'd falter at first. But now I think I can do this. I think I can.
Out of the darkness, comes light like a flash. I think I can dream, I think I can.
