today; i left an extraordinary snowshoe workout (more on that tomorrow only for WF.com Members!) up a local Sacred Peak only to return to civilization with an abunDance of…
you damn well know, regardless of age divisions? if they would do a pull up competition or a suppleness competition after each and every bike race? your ol’ feeble ilg would be waaaay closer to the top of the podium than my 2nd place today in event #1 of 4 this week during the DWC Championships where ilg is deeply pressed to defend my 2nd place from last year, let alone one up it! i’d have to satisfy myself with a 2nd place and focus on Tuesday’s Mountain Bike Time Trial…of which here is how ilg is planning to attack my far superior opponent…follow me on: www.wholisticfitness.com
Lap 2 was sooooo stinking brutal. Chronically sucking in massive amounts of spray water flung from spinning wheels while flinging soaked self after all these Two Bits was REALLY beginning to test my natural state of yogic equanimity while inflaming my genetic predisposition toward Teutonic Barbarianism. I felt a deep urge for a hockey stick and some solid boards into which i could take into some of these weasel-looking roadies.
girls camping at Molas, my house becomes a quiet Cave…off to my Zendo to dive deeeeeep within…my householder yogi duties temporarily put on hold to regain my more natural state of renunciate….
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
{coming up to hug and kiss Joy Kilpatrick and i}
“I’m glad I picked THESE kind of parents!”
see, when you first sign up for the Advanced Course in Spiritual Training as feeble did, about 3.5 decades ago? you don’t Realize at that particular Level of the Entry, just how deep the Cosmic Humor of Shiva can Dance upon your perceptions of what you ‘think’ the Spiritual Journey is all about. Here is what happened to my final day of hardcore bicycle racing at the Iron Horse…you’re not gonna believe this…
Girl Power! Dewa gives “The Stare” to some poor training-wheel tethered boy before launching another attack down Main Avenue…
” so strong i felt toward the summit, i stuck it back in the big chainring and danced across the summit with a heartspace as wide open as is the gorgeous vista from a top Molas…snow covered peaks shattered my inner prayers like an angelic choir of mountain gods and goddesses.” for ilg – and my WF Master Student Julie (Padme) Mueller – it was only the first of three days of Sacred Sweat in the high hills of my h(om)etown…here is how Day One went down…(Pic by Ananda). The Iron Horse Classic is one of my three WF Sacred Sweat Pilgrimages.