Well...How did I get here?
A little Talking Heads to kick off tonights blog, but those lyrics were in my head as I made the slow walk to my man cave to write this post. You may ask why are those lyrics in my head, the truth is that after an amazing evening with "Minnie" and "Sharky" I was thinking if I'm doing it right. It is a question that all parents face, you hope that you are doing the best job that you can. I have a feeling that my parents found themselves asking that same question quite a bit as my bother and I grew up.
The truth is if you ask my parents if they thought I'd be a blogger and a avid amateur cyclist they would probably say no. They would say "We thought he would be a weatherman with a passion for baseball." Where did the love for writing, sharing my life and cycling come from? The truth is my parents, they have made the man that is writing and loving cycling.
When I was eight or nine my mother helped me start writing a journal. As a kid I thought it was cool, for my parents I'm sure it was a way to understand me because I was so quiet as a child. I remember that I would have to write every night, it didn't have to be long and I enjoyed it because my parents never forced me to write. It became a habit and one that I enjoyed. After I wrote I would bring my notepad, the notepad made it manly. If i had to write in some book with a lock I would have never done it. I would bring the notepad to my mother and she would read it and correct my spelling and as I grew my punctuation. Of course as I got into my teens it was no longer cool and I was more worried about the cute girl in my class and trying to fit in. It was only three years but writing each night and then spending time with my mother became our time. Today I write and then go off to bed where I often times find Leanne reading my blog and giving me feedback.
The bike, how does a kid from a small town in the Northeast fall in love with cycling. The truth is that my father bought me a bike for Christmas when I was twelve. I had bikes before but this was the first one my father put together himself, it had no breaks so that is why I have learned to take corners at such a high speed!!! That is not the case but if you know my father then you know that could be true!!
I always have to tell a joke before I type or say anything about my father so I don't cry. I'm not sure how old I was, probably twelve, but it was a Saturday and I remember asking him while we were at our normal Saturday lunch spot, "Can we stop at the bike shop and get me a bike?" He kind of looked up a bit surprised and said "Sure, you're going to pay right?" I laughed and said "I can't" confused I looked at him and he hit me with the life lesson. "A bike is expensive, I will pay for it but the first time you leave it outside or it is dirty I'm going to have you start paying." We would go to the bike shop and I would be fitted for a great Giant mountain bike. That bike was my life, I would ride it for hours on end and always make sure to hose it off and put it under the back deck. I always had a bike as I grew up, until recently I never realized how much time I spent on the bike as a kid.
I also parrot my father a lot as a coach, and as a public speaker. I wasn't the easiest child to handle but I must say that I had two of the best teachers around. I have failed many times and each time I had their love and support to get me back on my feet. As I have gotten older that has begun to show, I never thought I would be where I am today and I owe it all to my parents. The strange thing is that as much as I speak my parents have never been present to hear or see me. This has been my choice because I speak the truth about how bad ten years of my life was, I love them and don't want them to hear about how I almost died because I didn't care about my life, a life that they gave me.
This post was a post for everyone to see how the blog and bike became my life. It is also a post to say thank you to my parents, but it is also an open invitation for them to come see me speak one night. Most of all this post is for "Minnie" and "Sharky", they will find my website one day, they will find all of the posts. This is a morbid way to end this but after ten years of damage to my body I don't know how much time I have, none of us do. I may live until I'm 100 or I may only make it to 40, I don't know but I know that no matter what they can find this site and see that although it may be small right now their ______________ made a difference in the world of diabetes!!