Much needed rest day.

The only cycling for me today is happening in Paris. Final day of the tour is on the telly and the coffee is already in the cup.

Will be doing my best to crank back the mileage this week and relax in preparation for next weekend's ride. For those that don't know, Lenae, Gretchen, Chris and I have signed up for the 21st Covington Century Bike Ride. http://covingtoncentury.org The bicycle ride offers route options of 30, 50, 80, and 100 miles and is well known for being the fastest ride in Georgia.

Apparently they put out a pace car at 25 mph for the nuts who want to try to ride a sub 4 hour Century. We will be riding the Century but will most definitly not be shooting for the sub 4 goal. We will be shooting for a 15 mph pace and a 6 hour finish. I've been so focused on training to ensure I could actually finish, I had forgotten how crazy this ride sounds. Feels very much like the marathon David talked me into signing up for a few years ago. Due to a blown knee, I never made it to that marathon. I'm very excited about finishing this ride.

I will of course be taking along the phone and posting photos and updates from the ride. You can follow along on Twitter or Facebook if you are interested.

Wish us luck. Or more appropriately, say a prayer for us (several of them actually).

Posted by maysville at 8:39 AM

So...I'm a little behind in my writing again.  Surprise, surprise.  

Father's Day at our house is fairly low key by my own request.  I'm not one to request a day on the couch watching sports (unless the Tour de France is on).  I don't need to go out to lunch with everyone else in the city.  I do want to hang with the fam' and do whatever comes along.  The kids went in together and got me the new Elvis Costello CD "Secret, Profane and Sugarcane".  Great stuff, but not what this post is about. 

No seriously...Great CD...you need to check it out.

So, if this isn't about music, what is this about?  Hats, parenting and attitude. That's what this is about.

Included in a card from my lovely daughter, Jess, was a "Dear Dad" letter.  She has this uncanny talent for touching my heart and inducing tears.  The fathers in the room will understand.  In amongst the mush she reminded me of one of the encouragements I've passed along in her search for her identity.  "It's not the hat that looks good on the person, it's about the person looking good in the hat." 

Sounds cryptic, I know.  Oddly enough, I shared it about a straw cowboy hat she had to have but refused to wear in public.  She didn't feel confident enough to wear it out.  She said something  about it not looking good on her.  Harumph.  Thus the comment, "It's not the hat that looks good on the person, it's about the person looking good in the hat." 

Yeah, I know.  Doesn't sound like much. It really had nothing to do with the hat.  

It had to do with having an attitude of confidence.  An attitude of not necessarily caring what anyone else thinks of you.  It's about wearing a loud shirt, or goofy shoes or that hat that not everyone could pull off.  It's about being yourself and not giving in to social convention and being anything less than who God created.

So...what's your hat?

...and when are you going to put it on?

 

Posted by maysville at 6:44 PM