No big deal at first. I remembered where I was, what I was thinking, etc. Then I started thinking more about it. I was thinking the firefighters had a hard day ahead of them, but they are studs and that's what they do. Instead of going into a burning house and saving people, they first had to climb 90 flights of steps carrying a hundred pounds of gear, then start saving people. It was going to be a long hard day for them, but at the end of the day, they would be home having a nice meal with their family before going to sleep exhausted. I never once thought the towers would collapse. I never once thought people would start jumping out of the buildings.
|The firefighters were going up while everyone else that could was going down.|
The more I thought about 9/11, the sadder I became and the harder I pedaled. I was thinking to myself that I really don't know what hard is. What the emergency personnel did on 9/11 was hard. Riding my bike is not hard. I am so fortunate to be free and about half way through the ride I decided to dedicate the ride to the emergency personnel that responded on 9/11.
Despite multiple traffic stops and unfavorable wind, I did PR the ride....
One of my strongest rides last year was when my mind took me to places that made me realize how fortunate I was to be ABLE to ride.
Great job on your PR.
Interesting how the mind can take you places your body normally doesn't. Nice post Mike.
Thoughtful post, Mike. Agree, all sorts of things go through the mind on solo rides.
Great ride. And yeah, perspective is a real gift.
I was at work (secretary at the time, not teaching) that day and watching, and one of my coworkers said something about the towers falling. I said, almost scornfully, "It's the World Trade Center. It's not going to fall." Even watching as events occurred, I just had no concept of what was possible.
What a great perspective. You're right; most of us don't know what hard is.
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