Just read a powerful story about not giving up. In a nutshell, professional cyclist Taylor Phinney rode a grueling, thigh-killing, lung-busting stage and ended up dead last. But the guy FINISHED. Which is more than several other riders, who chose to unclip and bail before things got really ugly on a ride that even the tour directors deemed overly- excessive.
I’ve included a link below, and encourage you to read. Here is what really resonated with me:
- Tyler very well could have called it day and rested up for the next stage, but he rode for someone else. He rode for his father, a former professional cyclist who now suffers from Parkinson’s Disease. Tyler knew, that if his dad had the opportunity to sit in his saddle during this miserable ride, he would have jumped at the chance, regardless the pain.
- Tyler thought of someone else on the entire ride (his dad) to see him to the finish line.
So I guess I’m just thinking, if you don’t feel like getting up, moving, riding, practicing yoga, throwing a baseball, or whatever it is you do, and can do, then do it for someone else. Someone who would be damn grateful to be able to do what you get to do.
The link: Taylor Phinney story