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Angry Bike Hater

Dear Angry Fat Bike Hater Man,

I’m sorry that you hate bikers riding along Minnesota’s most beautiful parkway River Road. I’ve got to tell you, it really made my evening when you called me Lance, even if it was to say “Hey Lance! Get out of the F****ing road!” But seriously I’ve been working hard on my biking over the last couple of years and it really does validate my progress. Thanks for your (sort of) support – it means a lot.

I can see how it might confuse you that I’m supposed to be biking in the road. I can tell by your big hickish beard, overalls and that giant belly that you have no idea how to ride a bike. Allow me to share some tidbits:

First, you can’t bike on the path if you go more than 10 miles per hour. This is a hard fact to learn for you I’m sure, since I can tell you haven’t even walked a mile in ten years let alone know how slow I’d have to go to go less than ten miles per hour.

I know it must be hard to read from where you come from – Anoka perhaps? but if you bothered to look at the rather large markings painted on the road in gigantic white letters you would see the word bike with an arrow above it. I’m no genius but these markings generally tell you that bikes have a lane and even subtly point in what direction they’re supposed to go.

Maybe you don’t resent riders. Maybe you just resent me. Allow me to introduce myself – My name is Charles Goodman and I am riding my triathlon bike during an organized practice with my Performance Power triathlon club. No? Still doesn’t help? I think I know why. It must be because my bike is worth more than your 1997 spaceship looking Dodge Caravan. That has to be it! Of course! You must hate my guts because I’m biking as fast as your van and it can’t go faster than this. I can tell because your van sounds like a motorcycle and smells like a lawn mower. Way to go…

Let’s agree to disagree here fella. My name is Charles Goodman and I’m a decent biker and you should go back to driving your van in Anoka where you obviously have no idea how to drive next to a biker. Let’s chat again sometime soon – say this Saturday in Stillwater? I have a longer bike so we can have a more meaningful conversation.

Thanks!

Charles

Aim High, Let The Dreams Fly

A professor told her class of college seniors that she’d divided her final exam into three
categories from which students were to choose only one.

The first category of questions was the mostdifficult and worth 50 points. The second was somewhat easier, worth 40 points. The third group, the easiest, was worth 30 points.

When grading, she gave A’s to the students who chose the hardest category. Students who chose category two were given B’s, and those settling for the easiest were given C’s. Naturally, some of the students were frustrated with the grading. The professor said: “I wasn’t testing your knowledge. I was  testing your aim.”

It’s important to aim high — to have dreams that inspire you to go beyond your limits. Someone who doesn’t dream about the future is someone who doesn’t know where he or she is going.

Harvard psychologist David McClelland has studied high achievers extensively and has concluded that successful people fantasize and dream incessantly about how to achieve their goals.

“Dreams, not desperation, move organizations to the highest levels of performance,” wrote Robert Waterman Jr. in his book “The Renewal Factor.” “Our dream ought to be institutions that work for, not against, our needs. That is the hope, the power, the dream and the challenge in renewal.”

The late Erma Bombeck, author and columnist, said: “A devotion to excellence, detail and quality can create a legend to make dreams come true. There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, ‘Yes, I’ve got dreams, of course, I’ve got dreams.’

“Then they put the box away and bring it out once in a while to look at it, and yep, they’re still there. These are great dreams, but they never even get out of the box. It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line, to hold them up and say, ‘How good or how bad am I?’ That’s where courage comes in.”

Bombeck fulfilled her dreams. As a housewife, her dream was to write about raising three children in Dayton, Ohio. Her problem was convincing the men who ran the Dayton Journal Herald that what she had to say might interest their readers. She learned where the paper’s editors lived — a suburb with a small weekly paper. So she took a job writing a column for it. Soon, the Journal Herald editors’ wives became big fans and persuaded their husbands to run her column. Within two years, she was in syndication across the country.

I often joke that it takes years to become an overnight success. But it starts with a dream. My dream was to own a factory. I wasn’t sure what I’d make or where. But I pictured myself walking the factory floor, talking to workers. The pile of broken-down machines I bought might have looked more like a nightmare at the time. But dreams come true — with a lot of wide-awake work.

“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it.”

Just For Today…

Just For Today I will look at life with fresh eyes and discover the wonder of it; I will know that as I give to the world so the world will give to me.

Why Ironman?

For the Ironman you need to be prepared, motivated, and dedicated. I have Performance Power – what do you have?

85 Days and Counting!

Invites went out yesterday. Do you know what that means?? That’s right, I’m getting married to my beautiful Dinotchka.