GIRL! You did it. Late afternoon on the last day of my visa I reached the Senegalese border. Relieved, proud & above all - exhausted beyond words. Guinea, oh Guinea. After you, life will never be the same again.
Flat on my back after the ride of a lifetime. I don't even care about the rest. Now all I need are a few grandchildren to which to tell the tale 🌸👵🏼🌿
Today also marks the start of The Vuelta, which in our opinion may be the most exciting Grand Tour this year. The riders will face arguably the toughest climb in all of pro cycling. The Alto de Angliru, 12km at over 10%, with #switchbacks at like this at over 23%. The final 6km averages over 13%. BRUTAL. #switchbacksaturday 📷 @trikidcharlie
I sit in this meadow Contemplating clarity of our souls I am captivated by yours I see amazing strength within Magnificent beauty shines I fall in love with you again As often as we do we set boundaries Understanding we search for Boundaries we end up with We state statements We set up imaginary lines Dividing all into us and them We jump up for joy When others demonstrate similarities Astounded at potential of others An elephant recognizing self A reflection in a mirror Knowledge of self We are not alone Yet we can still look into those eyes A brutal end we give Extinguishing lights all over Desire overwhelms our senses We place others beyond the line Abuse our capabilities Anguish I feel within me We fail at this small stewardship Even when we set our definition When we draw imaginary lines We still throw others beyond Burn burn burn my anguished soul For we claim to be atop We demand recognition Atop any ladder we are Yet all these ladders we claim All of them we imagine For by failing even the limits we set What podium could we attain? When we fail our stewardship One that we recognize ourselves What claim do we have When we sort our own selves Into lesser and higher What claim do we have to greatness? When we listen to golden lies? Blinded by empty promises? Bitter by paths we have chosen? If we cannot be at peace with ourselves How can we be stewards? I hurt deep within For we diminish ourselves We diminish love I sit here in this meadow Clarity a parting cloud in the blue sky Holding tight to my love for you. 🤔😊😍#part132#ridecannondale#twinsix#injinji#continentaltires#bontrager#roadcycling#theeconomist#pickybars#instacycling#stravacycling#roadid#bicycle#sunset#cows#spotify