CD Site: Start, Finish. Looks, it’s me.

The Volpe is finished again, and the fixed IRO (as opposed to the 29er IRO) got some love. When I stop to think about how much of my life that fixed IRO has seen, I’m amazed. Built during a high point, it has rolled with me since through thousands of miles consisting of daily commutes, pretty regular fifty mile average Sunday rides, and even a trip to Olympia and back. Then, my jaw drops remembering how short of a time it really has been with me.

A while ago someone commented on how they almost wished I had never met M. I rarely regret, and recently I was talking to M about how I don’t get angry either, how jealousy is my weakness. She knows this. A friend mentioned that he never tells people about his plans because he hates when they fall through and I can appreciate that. That’s the scary part about heart.

I think I”ve given up on being happy a while ago. Is that weird?

Sometimes you just love someone more than they love you,  which  isn’t enough to be relatively important to them. That’s how it goes.