Start of a journey

I am scared as hell. For much of the past three years, I have claimed to be planning a long bicycle trip to Belgium. A broken knee here and a once in a lifetime great trip to Italy there, my Belgium trip always seemed to be the plan that melts away. Well with this blog, I am taking the step of going from a nice, chatty topic over a couple Belgian beers to a reality.

I am going to go. And that is the scary part. What if it is not the trip I have dreamed it would be? What if I AM really too old and broken down? And probably the worst of all. What if I try and fail and all my friends KNOW that I am a failure.

Well to hell with it. I am going to just put it out there and take a chance.

I was talking to a coworker and admitted that I was in training. Me IN TRAINING. That is hard for me say. But I guess it is true. I have committed to riding 15 miles or more a day. For some of you, that is probably not much, but for the old me, it sure is a lot. The new me seems to be handling it okay.

So I am inviting you to ride along with me from this scorching Texas June 2010 through a cooler Belgian May 2011.