climb up, over the top.

It is. once again. Officially official. ill be Back in Rochester, NY, from Nov. 3 - Nov. 7. After years, and years, and YEARS, and a lot of equations and, analytical geometry, we have not only, made it work, but we have somehow found a way to do it twice in less than a 4 weeks! Ahh! the insanity! its fantastic! This will, undoubtedly, fill my mind with thousands of more thoughts that i cant put into words on this page. When i started this whole blogging thing, i was told by a certain hero of mine," You can never go into too much detail; unless your describing yourself." now, i talk a lot about colt.; about what i did, where i went, what i found funny. but rarely do i go past that. ( deliberately.) So when you find its been three mornings in a row, and still nothing new to read here, don't take that as me having a less exciting than normal three days. take that as me having such an amazing three days, three weeks, three months; that i cant even begin to put my stories into words in a way that would make me feel like i was doing them proper justice. What i write here is such a small glimse into who i am. i mean, for those of you that don't know me personally, and have only what you read on this page to judge me by, I'm scared to think who it is you imagine me to be. If you get any other impression, other than; cycling is my religion, and that i race bikes because its fun, and only for that reason. And that i climb stuff, because it makes me feel good when i finally reach the top. And that I travel. everwhere. and complain about the little stuff, but deepdown love evrybit of it, and realize just how lucky i really am in the grand scheme of things. And that a YMCA Camp is my home. not my home away from home, but my home. Period. And that the basis of who i want to be in life comes from the things i have learned about myself at that place. And that i live for anything and everything outdoors; that its where i am most me, and the one place i can count on for answers to tough questions. And that i write here for me, and could care less if anyone reads it. And that i worry about stuff, all the time, yet do it anyways. i live for the curtain calls in life, and they are always worth those lonely 4 hour rides in the the freezing rain when you could be somewhere else, being average. ( metaphor maybe?, you bet. ) And that i don't have a plan, other than to live life my way, and not to follow any guide lines or standards, other than the expectations i set for myself. And that im still growing, changing; morphing from one me to the next, sometimes faster than i can keep track of. And that i love. Well, if that's not it. If that's not the impression you get of me. then, Lady have you got your lions crossed.