In my office, on my desk, sits a photo of my wife and I holding my eldest daughter, just months old. I also have a photo of my wife, taken when we were newly dating while she was on vacation visiting her best friend in Washington.
This, however, is my lobby:
Please forgive the odd angle, it was the only way to keep the reflection of the lights from obscuring the top photos.
One will notice, as my wife did yesterday, that my wife isn’t in any of those photos. She has a very good point and I’ve got plenty of photos to choose from that will rectify that injustice in short order, and she’ll get her own multi-photo frame. That notwithstanding, ten years from now (assuming I’m still cycling and on the right side of the grass), I’ll walk into my office and smile when I see those photos on the wall. Maybe it’ll be a tough morning and the memories behind those photos will pick me up, maybe it’ll just be remembering the friendships behind those photos.
While I do feature prominently in a few of those photos (there’s no way me climbing the wall with that grimace on my face wasn’t making it into the final cut), the majority are of my friends. In the second set, three of the photos that matter most are the bottom three on the right hand side: Last year my friends, Matt, Phill and Mike trying to get me back to the main group and the finish where all of the DALMAC veterans let Ron, Eli and me (the three rookies) lead the group in. Without the first two, the last photo (taken by my wife) wouldn’t have been possible.
In that first set, from this year’s DALMAC, an error in judgement led to me quitting halfway up the wall last year – I actually walked my bike up a hill, before remounting for the last seven miles into town. That mistake played in my head all year long. This year, I thought about quitting again, for a fraction of a second, about halfway up again. Then I thought about how tough that last year was in my melon, so I clenched my teeth and knocked that sucker out. When I got to the top, I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to quit in the first place… Either way, it worked out in the end. Last year my daughters saw their dad quit on a hill, after 297 miles in three days. A year later they saw me grind up that hill under the same conditions.
The moments in those photos mean a lot in terms of who I am. The photos on my wall show a happy, healthy, prosperous life lived well. Almost 24 years ago, my prospects were bleak. I didn’t have much hope and I was stuck in a battle with King alcohol. I couldn’t quit, no matter what I tried, but I was a physical and mental wreck at the same time. I’d lost hope.
A fellow who writes a blog I follow quoted Karen Lamb: “A year from now you may wish you had started today.”
I commented on that post, “Truer words have never been written”. He responded, “So… what, are you starting doing today?” My response was funny but a little off the mark. The truth is, I started 24 years ago – and I’m definitely glad I started then.
Haha! Just a little off the mark 😉
You´ve given true meaning to Lamb´s words, start doing what makes you happy. The sooner, the better!
I love the tribute to your friends and to this livelihood of yours… Cycling may not put the food on your table, but it seems to be the food for your soul…
I don’t have any photos on the wall, on my desk or in the office – plenty of paintings but no photos. My husband photographs cyclists and I take pictures of buildings and scenery, the best 12 make it onto our Christmas card but that’s it.
I’d be willing to bet that my desire to keep certain successes close has a lot to do with my recovery from alcoholism. I like to have lots of reminders around of what I would be giving up if I chose to drink again.
Sadly, as long as I have been sober, that desire to escape has never fully been purged.
My walls are covered in photos of my immediate family and friends who I perhaps don’t see so often. My boyfriend and I on top of mountains or at the end of sportives and photos from holidays I’ve enjoyed. My everyday life is a pretty mundane 9-5 kind of life so it’s nice to have a reminder of the exciting side of my life!!!
Exactly! Thanks for commenting, too cool.