I have never won a gold medal. I have never even won a medal. I have never stood on a big stage.
When I decided to ride southern Myanmar, it was because I wanted a challenge. I wanted to push myself into an uncomfortable place.
While cycling through remote villages in Asia (currently Thailand and Myanmar), I see people living in very primitive situations.
I am on my way back to America. It is an extremely long journey. One that would have seemed impossible three and a half years ago. It will take nearly 72 hours.
I am currently bicycling through Southern Myanmar with my partner Rene. We started in Bangkok, Thailand, rode to northern Thailand, and then cut south. We are headed to Indonesia.
I am a passionate meditator. I do not meditate because I am good at it or because it is easy. If I am truthful, then it is torturous. It is brutally hard. Way harder than biking or climbing the hardest hill.
I hesitate to share my incredible enthusiasm for one of my favorite hobbies of all time because it has such a negative connotation. Hitchhiking.
When my heart started calling I did not know where or how to answer the call.
She has been calling me for a long time. Almost thirty years.
One of my greatest joys is doing a scary thing for the first time. Whether camping alone, riding a motor bike alone through Thailand, or hitchhiking by myself--I always feel a great reward when I have done it.
Travel has given me the opportunity to explore both my inner world at the same time as I play and move about in the outer world.