Since my freshman year of college, I’ve made a point to call
home everyday. I’m sure that may sound weird to some but it’s true—I speak to
my mom almost daily.
“Mamma’s boy” jokes included, I’m proud of this fact and I consider myself very lucky to have this sort of relationship with my parents. For years my parents have been some of my biggest cheerleaders and have done more than anyone I know to get me where I am today. The way I see it, calling home to check-in is the least I can do.
“Mamma’s boy” jokes included, I’m proud of this fact and I consider myself very lucky to have this sort of relationship with my parents. For years my parents have been some of my biggest cheerleaders and have done more than anyone I know to get me where I am today. The way I see it, calling home to check-in is the least I can do.
With race season quickly approaching (my first major race is
next Friday), I’ve been thinking a lot about where I want to go this season
and, conversely, how I’ve gotten to where I am. It would be beyond
self-righteous to say my progress in this sport to now have been an individual
act (anyone who has raced can attest to this). The fact of the matter is, there
are countless people--including my parents--who have helped me along the way
and, sadly, I’ve failed pretty miserably at reciprocating their kindness. From
George Sykes at Corner Cycle to Sam
Morse to Roger Aspholm to Jon Bruno to Jeremy Powers to Nick Traggis (and many, many
others in between) there just aren’t enough ‘thank you’ cards in the world to
really show my appreciation. And yes, while
I have blogged about this before, it bears repeating.
So, with that, I’d like to start this race season by saying a big “THANK YOU” to those
who have helped me along the way. Your generosity does not go unappreciated.
Now go call your mother…
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