My Camino speaking has put me in touch with some amazing people. Last week, I had the pleasure of spending time in Ketchum, ID with Rob and Leslie. They are fresh off the 500-mile Camino journey and have that just-walked sheen. While I am sure they have their moments, this couple is my new role model for relationships. They reek of love in a most positive manner.
On Wednesday, Rob took me on my first ever dirt-bike ride. I have thousands of lifetime hours on pedal bikes and maybe seven on a motorbike. Zero minutes on anything like the beasts that Rob owns. I arrived at 10:30 with shrunken cajones and some very white knuckles. The dress included knee/shin guards, chest armor, elbow/forearm protection, padded shorts, and some really hip ballistic nylon riding pants. I could have easily walked from his garage to a Kiss audition! I passed my test ride which lasted about four minutes.
I rode the Honda 450 while Rob cruised on the Kawasaki KLR 650. I felt pretty good until the pavement turned to dirt. The graveled road creates a looser feeling that peels away another layer of comfort. Thirty minutes, a lighter grip, and many yoga breaths later, I was feeling pretty good as we reached speeds of 60 MPH on the straightaways. We stopped for lunch in the heart of the Copper Basin. The North Fork of the Lost River splits the valley. We dined at elevation 8000′ while looking at the 11,000′ glacier covered Pioneer Mountains. It reminded me of the Himalayas in Bhutan. By the end of the day, we covered 99 miles. Is was an afternoon of full-ass living,
Each morning we all rise with an opportunity. We either do something with the day or complain and avoid things to make life as we’d like it to be. The opportunity is a choice between full-ass and half-ass. When you’re working, work. When you’re partying, party. When you’re training, train. Don’t have your mind in two places at once, like where you were or where you wish you were. Be where you are, to do anything else is useless.
Many of our dreams preceded the lines now present in our aging faces. There is a natural tendency to procrastinate. Days become weeks and weeks become years. Stop the analysis by paralysis and make something happen. A person can read a million guide books, evaluate every what-if, plan for perfection, or buy a plane ticket and start the trip. About the only thing we really control is the rate that breath enters and exits our lungs. Get on a plane and just let the trip unfold. Enroll in a French class. Take a stranger on a date. Transfer the energy of fear into joy. We only get one chance at this life.
If you live your life doing half-assed stuff you’re going to end up with a half-assed life. What a waste….