Climbing... stronger... fitter...

Actually, this is not about music (but then again...), it's about sport, cycling to be exact. More, this is a sport of which I'm not the greatest fan but in the Summer of 1997, I watch a 1973-born like myself climb the hills of Andorra in such a high pace and such heavy gear that I instantly became a addict.

An addict to those three weeks... and it repeats itself every summer since then. With a taste of disappointment, I might add.

I can see some resemblences. I also need to be fitter and stronger, but I don't want to become a maniac or being absent from everything else other than what can make my #1 goal in life come true.

Like him, I have my flaws (understatement) and I still accept being second to others, maybe because I'm lazy or maybe because I just want to be myself. Pros and cons considered... most of the times.

Idealistic? Utopic?
Sure. But that's me.

I've just read his race diary. And it was after that reading I decided to post this. Because I do believe this is true. One other thing I think about... would I accept repeated challenges knowing that my team is weak(er)?... Would I set relative goals/achievements?

I might.
Do I find it sad? No, I do not.

I dream at night, no boundaries... I have new friends... I've lost some along the way... I'm still a child (or at least, I still have fun like one)... and I know I'm just 1/6454130070 in this mothership we call Earth, not being just another passenger, I do feel I'm part of the crew...

Yes, I'm wrong in accepting some defeats easily.
And yes, I do feel there's an upside to it.

I'm not stronger but I'm fitter.
I'm still climbing. That's for sure.