But strangely, I’ve been reading The New Timer a bit lately and finding something moving and poignant about the young fella’s desire to work out what is going on with his body and where life on (or off) the bike may take him.
For those who don’t know Brendan, and arguably all four of you already do, while Brendan is a person just like you, he is usually quite a bit fitter and nine times out of ten, he has more tattoos.
He races, and runs racings, and sponsors football players sometimes. In the past, he has helped out with advice on how to smash rollers without even looking like you’re trying and let the Sugarspokes have a crack on the velodrome.
The other week Brendan shared some advice from a friend of his, do have a fuller read if you have the time.
And then, out of the blue, I receive an email from a bloke whose opinions I respect more than most. This email outlines his theory about peak performance: that if you want to be really fucking good at something, there’s only enough room in life for that thing, plus one other thing. No more.
Though I’ve never I’ve never been an injured athlete, or an athlete at all for that matter, for some reason I have been musing on this statement. Sometimes I can be stretched a bit thin, and whether it’s Brendan’s inspiration or otherwise – I feel like it’s time for a little consolidation. I have to admit, I can over-commit and I can multi-task, but I’m no longer sure that I want to.
As I type, I am closing down no less than three other blogs.
Tomorrow, I’m going to Daisy Hill with the lovely Katherine. The crew at Gear have serviced my ride and it feels sweet and shiny and new. My dad is coming to visit from down south and I feel like I’m ready to ride.
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