I was in the middle of my ride while they were getting out of their cars to say good-bye to their loved one.
I stopped across the street and watched as the coffin came out of the limo. Tears welled up in my eyes and I wondered how this person died. Where they just old? Possible accident? Or was it from diabetes, obesity or some other disease?
After a few minutes I collected myself and was able to pedal again. I understand now why I could not seem to out-pedal them. I needed my ride to be interrupted that day. I needed to remember where I came from in order to focus on where I am going.
I know first hand what it is like to be the "walking dead". I know what depression is. I totally comprehend what it feels like to be obese. I am confident too, that there is no way in hell I will ever feel those things again. Furthermore, if death wants to take me he better pack a lunch, because I will not go quickly or quietly. I will fight.
|This will not be my final resting place. I have requested to be scattered on trails and mountains.|
You may not get this opportunity again. Change your life today.