Dreams. I believe in the beauty of them. I fiercely chase them.
Durango just went from a dream to a reality. A year of reducing put all of my material possessions into this 5x5 storage unit.
My new crib right in the middle of town lends to minimal driving. The energy in Durango is contagious and I can be completely off the radar and on a rugged, remote trail (not a managed open space area) in under 15 minutes. The slower, more relaxed pace fits my goal of minimizing the unnecessary. My blog will flourish with writing instead of “reporting” which I feel like it has become lately.
I am really starting to reflect on one helluva year that just came and went. In January, I started a fire inside to do something remarkable with my bike. I learned so much, I laughed, I cried, I bled, I lost teeth, I lost skin, I ruined drive trains, I duct taped tires when there were no more boots, I went through six chains, and I set out on the CTR with 40 bucks in my pocket and a plan to hitchhike back to Denver from Durango. I put notes all over my house the night before that said “DURANGO OR BUST.” I ran on soley faith, desire to improve and caffeine somedays.
But I did it. I did something remarkable with my bike. What I did was far beyond race results and achievements.
I lived. Really lived. Not the chaotic, constant stream of distractions and commitments some call a life.
I truly lived to be happy rather than work, produce and consume.I lived for the first time without regrets. I lived as close to the poverty line as I ever have. I stopped hanging out with negative people who bore the shit out of me with talk of the newest and greatest.
Yeah. I was free and I was on a bike, smashing conventionality in the face with every mile.
In short, 2011 was the year that I boldly dared to live my dreams. I had no idea what I was doing by the standards of some and many in my own family do not understand me or even show interest in what I am doing. It hurts inside, but is soothed by the people who had the guts to tell me that by reading my blog, knowing me, talking to me, I inspired them to do _________. Those emails, calls and conversations were incredible! I saw so many people I knew get on a bike, start running, start going to the gym, climb 14ers, etc.
So, what is coming from my heart that will be a part of my life for 2012 and beyond? Hmmm, some call this a bucket list, but I choose to call it my dream list.
Dreams have to have a plan. Plans have dates. Plans can and will change, but most of all they provide a structure and direction for people like me who want to do everything under the sun.
Looking within, this is what is going to happen in my life before my 40th birthday: (Which is a long ways off).
Dream: 3-day snowbikepacking trip in my new backyard (San Juans)
When: Christmas 2011
Dream (goal maybe a more fitting term): 3 Facebook logins per week. All less than 30 minutes. Anything more seems like a borderline addiction. Time is too valuable. I am not sure how this overuse habit has crept up on me, but I am staring it straight in the face and it is ending midnight December 31.
Dream: Break the CTR female record
When: July 31, 2012
Dream: Complete AZT 750
When: April 2012
Dream: Complete all Colorado 14ers (12 left!!)
When: Before December 2012
Dream: Be completely debt free
When: March 2012
Dream: Podium at 24Hour Worlds (IN CANMORE!!)
When: September 2012
Dream: Top 5 Finish in La Ruta
When: 2013 race
Dream: Arrowhead 135 Finish
When: Jan 2013
Dream: Obtain a packraft system for the fatbike
When: Before Dec 2013
Dream: Earn enough through my published writing to cover housing expenses
When: By Dec 2013
Dream: Denali Summit
When: May 2014
Dream: Fatbike packraft trip (Alaska? South America?)
When: By December 2014
Dream: Thru-bike the CDT
When: Summer 2015
Before my 40th Birthday
Dream: Live and bike through Europe for a minimum of 8 months
Dream: Iron Man Top ten finish
Dream: Complete Masters in Biochemistry (Because big mountains, bikes and protein structure and function are the most fascinating things in the world to me)
Dream: Own a horse again and team rope with my dad