THE RIDER WHO DARES GREATLY

SOMETIMES IT HELPS TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE.  We see our heroes, the pros with big contracts, the local pros with endless free and amazing gear...

... and then there's us.

Doing our best.

Tight budgets.
Family to clothe and feed.
Pressed for time in every direction.

Then, when we are mocked for our endeavors,
chastised for our dedication,
misunderstood.

It can hurt,
if we let it.

But, we don't because we know...

... without our health we are nothing.

So in honor of the great Teddy Roosevelt...

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the busy and committed man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who actually crosses the start line...

whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood.
who strives valiantly,
who errs,
who gets dropped again and again...

because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;

but who does actually strive to do the deeds, who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;...

who at the best knows in the end the triumph of the podium, 
and who at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be
with those cold and timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat.

Dare greatly my friends... 

... it matters to those who look up to you.

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164 lbs
7 hrs
1 Rip On RaceDay Circuit + more
10 minutes recovery
90 minutes reading + Journaling