1,200 foot elevation gain
Moral – Needs vs Wants
The ride was supposed be quick and easy…. Surprise!!!! I missed a turn - don’t know how - and almost missed a second turn. The ride ended up 36 miles - 14 of which were on packed dirt or loose gravel. Weather was dry and I could feel the sun. I noticed my speeds were off. I am attributing this lower speed to appreciating sun and some warmth.
Needs vs Wants. Reflecting.
I found myself debating: “am I carrying too much and what would I shed?” I’ve only used one of the portable chargers. I’ve not used my camera (more rain problem) and haven’t worn one of my jackets. I filled an extra bladder with water and didn’t use that. So I could probably shed 10 lbs. of stuff with no problem and those 10 lbs. are a 20% reduction of weight I’ve been pedaling and wasting energy for!
Tomorrow I will go to the post office and ship that stuff back. What did this excess weight cost me? As I reflect back I really didn’t do a good job deciding between needs vs wants.
Just recently I consolidated closets and had more than 10 bags of clothes I easily donated. And I still had 20 blue t-shirts, 20 jeans, 40 blue dress shirts. After this trip I’ve been living on two and a half sets of clothing. An eye opener for sure. Necessity forces you into decisions while Wants drive a burden factor; more clothes need more closets which probably results in a bigger house. Almost a domino theory. The same can be said in business decisions; more by heads potentially more fixed cost = more pressure for sales = are they the right quality of sales or just paying for those extra heads? You always need to understand needs vs wants.
My parents never expressed or indulged in many wants but maybe just one want!! We grew up in a 900 square foot row home and played in the streets and alleys. We played stickball. The bat was an old broom stick handle and the ball was a cheap pinky or sponge ball. We played curb ball using curbs as a bat and each corner as a base. Being inner city created innovated ways to games. Skateboards were a 2x4 nailed to your old skates that in the summer melted into the hot street tar but it was a very rich and colorful life.
Back to the parents….the only want I ever heard my parents express was, “I want my sons to have a better life than mine.”
On that note my parents were very successful. My brother, a doctor, with a beautiful wife and great mother raising two kids who will have a chance to have it better than their parents (if they work and stay focused.) Me and Laura, no kids, but maybe this fundraising will provide a Wolfpack member or one of their friends a chance to a better life than ours and dreams fulfilled!!!!!