this is how we’re different

Steve has been training to ride the Chico Wildflower Century this weekend. He has the Davis Double Century on the calendar next month, but hasn’t yet committed to it. He’s not sure he’s up to the pain that is involved in riding 200 miles in one day.

He last rode the DC in 1996, and it rained. Last year when he did the Wildflower it rained for the first time in 12 years. He finished the ride wearing a garbage bag. Both miserable experiences.

Steve rocks garbage bag bike coture

Steve rocks garbage bag bike couture


We’re in a drought and most of us are convinced that it will never rain again.

Except that 60% chance of rain was in the forecast for this weekend.

And this is how we’re different. Steve was discouraged when he saw the forecast.

“It makes me want to forget the whole thing and do the Double Century instead.”

While I would want to forget it (and to be honest, “forget” wasn’t the f word he used), my sentence
would finish with one of these alternatives:

… get a massage instead.
… skip the massage and get a pedicure instead.
… head to San Francisco instead.
… spend the day crafting instead.
… go wine tasting instead.
… read all day in a hammock instead.
… clean my closets instead.
… think about words instead.
… organize my brain instead.
… putz instead.

I could go on and on. And so will he. So maybe we are more the same, just in very different ways.

By the way, he did buy a new super lightweight rain jacket, and now the forecast is perfect. So the only look he’ll be rocking are those tight bike shorts, which is fine by me.

musings :: claiming your space

I would tell her, never apologize for the space you occupy in the world. Make your strides long, wide and sure. ~Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Photos by Kim Tackett. Sunflower fields, Pole Line Road, Davis CA


musings :: nothing could vanquish me


“I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me.” ― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail


Photos by Kim Tackett. Pacific Crest Trail in Hope Valley CA.