Rash Ramblings

A runner once, an explorer always!

I was out on the run thinking about commitment. All those years I wasn’t running wasn’t as much about not having the time to do it, but more about no longer taking the time to do it. That is how we open new areas of interest. There comes a time that we make time for this new thing and if this is something we truly desire to accomplish, it is very important that we do not lapse and let something else ooze into this block. I f you were wanting to run and didn’t feel you could run, then walk or do sit-ups or something that is related. Just make sure you don’t let something take this time over – go through the motions until you can get back on track. This is mostly about building a routine. This is really true in any area you want to pursue. If you want to be a writer and can’t think what to write, then just sit down and write the alphabet out over and over until you can turn them into words. Do what you want to become and you will move that direction and slowly gain expertise in that endeavor. That is why I do these things and I must remain diligent.  18:44.99


After taking a couple of days break in Lubbock to see old friends and visit my former employers, it was time again to continue my journey to finish my trip from Durango, Colorado to Abilene, Texas in 1984.

Ready to leave Lubbock.

…today Sunday, September 16 (1984).

I got up this morning and went to get the flat fixed. I went to the Texaco station by Tech (on University). I couldn’t find the hole so I went by Roland and Penny’s…(Ron and Rick’s cousin). I had to borrow a wrench so I could get my front wheel off to change the tube.

While I was at Roland’s he almost insisted I eat an omelet…so I did. It was great!

I then went by my friend’s sister’s place so I could get my windbreaker. I also wondered where my pump was – I lost it somewhere here in Lubbock….

I then went back to my friend’s mother’s house and packed my bike up. His sister called and then I went and picked her up – she wanted to take some pictures before I left.

I finally got on the road about 12:30. It was overcast and cool…quite a change to what I had been riding in. Two guys came up beside me on bicycles and I talked to them until we got to Slaton. They said something about the bike club out on a ride…I then thought to myself I might see Jürgen and Simoné. Not long after that – I did. They were riding their tandem along side another guy. They were really moving on. They both had red, white, and green shirts on. I said “Jürgen”. He heard me and recognized me… He said “Gary.”

I made it to Post about 4:45 pm. I was riding against the wind all the way. I stopped and got some snacks and had to figure which way I wanted to go. It was 89 miles to Aspermont and only 44 miles to Snyder. It would still be close but I took off for Snyder at 5:00 pm. I had been talking to a boy (about 12 or 13) …he asked a lot of questions about where I’d been, what I had been doing and where I was going.

I did a lot of stand up riding after I left Post. I got a lot of strange looks from people along the way. The sun was over the horizon and I was still about 6 miles from Snyder. I passed a place that had about a 10 foot high chain link fence and all the sudden all of these dogs ( about 7) were racing to the fence line. I didn’t think I had anything to worry about until they flew through a gap in the gates. I had an adrenaline rush…they never really got close after that.

It was about 8:40 pm when I got checked in at the Snyder Travelodge. I used my credit card and still got my room for $18.95 though I had to take an upstairs room. I called Mom because I told her I would be there Sunday at the latest. I got to bed about 11:0 pm.

Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle will never know.  – Charles Kingsley

I never could have done what I have done without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one subject at a time. – Charles Dickens

The expectations of life depend upon diligence; the mechanic that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools. – Confucius

What we hope ever to do with ease, we must learn first to do with diligence.   Samuel Johnson



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