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Frankenbutt’s First Blog

3/22/2011

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Butterball needed a day off so she persuaded me to write my first blog.  Unfortunately for you, I don’t think I’m a good writer.  Reading I can do, but my writing never lives up to what I’d hoped for; probably because I’d love to write like Hemingway.  He’s my favorite writer and when I finish one of his books, I find myself feeling a combination of contentment, sorrow and awe.  Contentment from the story, Sorrow because it’s over and Awe because someone could write that well.

When I have conversations with others about books and writers and I inevitably mention Hemingway, more often than not I get a look of confusion.  Apparently, there’s a lot of people out there who don’t share my admiration for his work.  Everyone knows he was a great writer, but many try to read his stories and don’t understand the hype. 

I’ve been getting that same look recently when I tell them about the ride.  “It sounds like one hell of an adventure … but WHY?”  I understand people’s misgivings on both accounts.

For me, riding long distances on my bike is a lot like reading a Hemingway novel.  When I first start, it feels a little disjointed.  The sentences are short and choppy.  My pedaling feels unnatural and unsmooth.  My hands can’t find a comfortable place on the bars and the story doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.  Page after page and my butt still hurts and I have to think about how hard I am pedaling.  Am I at the right cadence or should I be spin a little faster? Every hill becomes something I need to conquer and it’s back side my reward. 

I stop looking down at my bars, my tire, my speedometer and begin focusing on the road in front of me.  I no longer focus on my pedals and instead the path before me.  I can no longer feel where my hands end and the bike begins.  I forget about the helmet on my head and don’t feel my tires rolling over small pebbles.  The pavement in front of me disappears and only the terrain is left; the same terrain that’s been there for thousands of years. 

I spot an Osprey perched in a tree at the same time he spots me.  We stare into each other’s eyes and I wonder if he feels the same connection I do.  The glare of the sun has become a warming hand on my back.  The breeze feels more like something I’m a part of than something that’s pushing against me.  And then the chapter ends.

I’ve just ridden 30 miles in what seemed like moments.  We’ve stopped for a snack, or a bathroom, or because our ride for the day is over.  Although the break was needed, I hate it for taking me out of the place I was in.  All I want to do is jump on my bike and pedal my way back.  But it’s a new chapter with its own start and its own end.

I often wonder how I’ll feel when the book finally ends.  Will I feel contentment or sorrow or awe?  I kind of hope it’s none of the above, but rather a new feeling, one that couldn’t have been imagined at the start of the ride.  I have always been a sucker for surprise endings. 
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