Not long before I was anointed host of Life (Part 2), the speedometer/odometer on my bicycle broke. Suddenly, I didn't know how far I'd gone on my daily rides and how fast. Those numbers, along with my morning weigh-in, were the stats that measured me, defined my competition with my greatest rival, me. How would I know if I was winning or losing my race against time?
The local bike shop couldn't repair the little digital device but would be happy to sell and install an over-priced new one. I decided to wait until I could get to my usual bike store, a couple hours away.
For a few days, I was disoriented. With no numbers to keep checking, I was looking at scenery, concentrating on making sharper turns, inventing new routes, hearing birdsong, alternating sprints and coasts for fun. Incredibly, I began arriving back home a few minutes sooner than usual. I was actually going faster. Feeling happier at the finish.
It's been more than a year now and I haven't fixed the speedometer. I'm still working on the metaphor of my unmeasured ride, trying to figure out how it applies off the bike. Once I became His Hostiness, I began to wonder if it would help Boomers, if not us all, to concentrate on the ride rather than the finish, take greater pleasure in the process than the outcome.
You think I'm on to something?
Welcome to the blogside of Life (Part 2) the show that's dedicated to making baby boomers braver, not necessarily faster. It starts airing in mid-September so please check your local PBS listings.
I'll be clicking in here once a week or so with my take on Boomer issues, background gossip on upcoming shows, what's on my mind. I hope you'll share what's on yours. I'll need your feedback for direction.
Like, just how can I start applying my new bike riding style to the rest of my life? Is it maturation or surrender when you stop keeping score? Is this the path to wisdom or am I spinning my wheels?
And why can't I stop weighing myself every morning?