From June 1st to June 30th I biked 222 miles (357 km,) further then I ever have in a month. It feels good to see the numbers. So good. I track all my routes through my Endomondo. I am addicted to the confidence boost I get when I see how far I went. I am one of those people who constantly needs challenges. This is one of them. I need two main kind of challenges in my life.
An intellectual challenge. My current one is the fact that I am starting college (tomorrow is my first day in fact,) with a goal of getting my BA in physics and my teaching certificate (though I’ll take working at CERN as an option too!) Scholastically I set high standards of myself and expect nothing less then perfect grades.
And a physical goal, which I touched on as biking. It is more then that though, biking is easy, I need more. I complete my BA I would like to complete an Ironman triathlon, a race that consists of a 2.4-mile (3.86 km) swim, a 112-mile (180.25 km) bike and a 26.2-mile (42.2 km) run, in that order and without a break. All to be completed within 17 hours. I do not require myself I place first, but finishing last is not an option either.
Some might (and often do) call both my drive and my standards insane. They ask me, who am I trying to prove myself? Why do I feel the need to push myself to my limits? I am honestly not quite sure, maybe I am a little crazy. I might set these demanding goals of myself to keep myself from thinking too much (over thinking my life’s decisions is an annoyingly instinctive habit of mine) but then again… I really feel that goals like are among the handful of things that keep me going. I like to think that when I accomplish some of my goals that some people think are beyond me, it will make them step back and think. More then that though, it is important to be that my children are proud of me when they are old enough to understand. I don’t just want to tell then that anything is possible, I want to show them.
Anyhow, so I bike to challenge myself. I need to bike… It keeps me sane.