I Believe

I'm a romantic. Not in the flowers and candy sort of way, but in the sense that I think I will win one day. It was this same sort of romanticism that lead me to join the Marines while my high school friends went to Yale and Brown. It lead me to do everything in my power to fight in the first Gulf War, though I never made it.

Now I spend my weekends pedalling through the countryside preparing for triathlons. Only the free-ranging roosters and black Lab at the corner of New Light and Lawrence Road know my dedication. They crow and bark at me as I pedal by several hours before the peloton will leave Blue Jay Point. They watch me chase some imaginary cyclist I will never catch. But that doesn't stop me.

Because I believe.