It was pouring rain in Los Angeles today, and I was skidding all over the place as I weaved my bike around drivers who aren't used to driving in the rain.
But in this case, the destination was more important than the journey. I was heading for Griffith Park with two goal in mind:
1. To stop procrastinating and begin doing hill sprints--as I had told myself I would do six months ago.
2. To practice taijutsu--another promise I made to myself.
Maybe there was a little bit of the macho thing going on, riding out in the rain to do strenuous exercise and crazy martial arts stuff in the mud. But even if it had been sunny, I would have done it.
We're not in this world to sit like rocks, and slowly erode in the weather. We're here to rise and grow and always seek greater heights.
As the drizzle streamed down my face, I launched myself at the top of the first hill, sprinting full on, trying to get up there as fast as humanly possible. Finding the limits, and pushing beyond them. Flinging past gravity, mud, exhaustion--any obstacle that dares to say, "This is all you are. You can go no further."
Riding a bike is the same battle, in slow motion. Every time you use your own power, you expand that power. And here you are. We are extraordinary human beings, and we don't do ourselves justice if we stay inside our comfort zones all the time. You can do something extraordinary today. Right now.
That's why I ride.