There is always a reason why I rode. On any day. Never really know what it's going to be. And on some days - after the vertical and beating of yesterday - when I may not feel like riding - I ride anyway - and the reason surfaces at some prescribed point in the ride. Today - the message came in the form of a crazy view of James Peak coming up The Z. A little later there was a group of coyotes out on a rock outcrop trading some banter across a meadow. THat was pretty cool. Then, finally, as I was coming down the boulder creek path at the tail end of the ride, completely spacing out I see a couple of folks running and the dude is exhibiting the very specific and very unique running form that propelled Dace Scott to I think 6 Ironman titles. Back in the day - I was into the Ironman thing. That last one I did was in 1989 - so 23 years ago when Dave was killing people left and right with this gangly lope and his psychotic commitment to training. The dude running on front of me was hauling ass and I was like - how old is Dave Scott now? This guy looks way too fit to be him. But sure enough, as I rolled by - it was 'The Man' as he used to be called. Dave is 58 years old - if my math is correct - and he literally looks - from a fitness perspective - like he's a bout 25. I thought - damn. Whether I am exhausted or sore or cold or hungover or cooked on the bike - at least I am out here. At least WE are out here. At least we GET to be out here. That's the lottery win. So, Thanks Dave. For the inspiration 25 years ago, and for the inspiration this morning. Some people say we are nuts the way we build our lives around being outside and how militant we are about staying healthy and fit. I think we are actually on to something. Something called Life. Get out there and in it. It's waiting just for you.