Well, well...the end of week two, and here I am, enjoying a day off and the beautiful weather. Went for a long ride today, on a race course (race is Saturday) that let me know - again - why I ref these things, and do not race in them. Three climbs, and I got shelled on the first one. And I was getting better on climbing, too. Still, it was a gorgeous day, with beautiful scenery abounding - I think I even say a juvenile bald eagle! It was definitely not an adult - I've seen them in the wild, too - but the coloring was right, and it was difinitely a raptor of some sort - I heard the cry it gave off! Oh well, onto the last day of this week's theme. Tomorrow starts the week I've been looking forward to the most.
Tired
The waiting game is played,
the options, played out.
There is only one thing remaining: truth.
It is at the bottom of a well run dry.
No place to turn, nowhere to hide.
It must be faced, accepted, loved, feared,
known, hated, befriended, embraced.
It is simple.
And it is there when you are done fighting against it.
It will always be there.
And each will have to deal with it.
I am tired of fighting.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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