I’ve been mountain biking much of my adult life. Just joined this group and thought I would share my story. Two months ago tomorrow, I lost my 29 year old son to cancer. It’s been absolutely heartbreaking. He never got the itch to bike like myself but we enjoyed lots of time together on the water fishing.
I’ve been fishing once since he’s been gone and found it to be agonizing. You can probably imagine.
The thing about biking is it doesn’t remind me of him. I don’t need any additional reminders so this is a nice break for me. I find that if I don’t ride hard it gives my mind the ability to ride and think about something other than the rock or tree ahead. So I ride hard. As hard as my 63 year old body will let me. Nothing but the trail ahead. The rocks, trees, roots and curves. It’s the only thing I can do that requires total concentration. It takes me away from the “what if’s” and “what could have been”. It’s total chaotic serenity.
Thanks for letting me share.