how to begin the impossible

when you're not ready

*** This is part one of a multi day story that I’m not ready to deliver all at once. Don’t worry, I’ll finish for you. When we get to the end, you’ll see that’s what the point was all along. Tomorrow will be the podcast. Then? The Foolsletter will go into the head shaking foolishness of resilience and community. ***

I wasn’t ready. Not at all.

Zeke’s proposal seemed like madness.

What time do we have to leave?

My reply, uttered before I could think, couldn’t be withdrawn.

oh shit, what have I done?

Zeke said the route would be around fifty six miles, eighty some kilometers give or take. He imagined the ride lasting anywhere from eight to ten hours.

That number? That’s a guess. It usually ends up being a bit more. Let’s make sure we’re rolling by ten.

A bit more? The final total was just about a hundred kilometers.

I’m not ready, I protested, this will be my first big ride of the year. I spend the winter writing and making tee vee. You two rode bikes the whole time.

Zeke shook his head. You ca…