The Lesson of the Road
In 2010, I biked the Trans Canada Highway 6,000+ kilometers. Easily a point that marks the start of the journey.
I was learning about myself. Back then, I was still too focused on the end result. I didn’t yet fully understand that it was the journey, not the destination, that mattered more.
I was alone. I cried. I laughed. But I was always counting the days until I finished.
The odds of me doing this again? Not likely.
But one of the biggest lessons I learned was the value of being present.
I did learn it on that trip, but not until British Columbia, during my last two weeks. Up until then, it was a race.
Looking back, I realize I was embracing something profound at a young age a lesson many don’t learn until they’re 50, if ever.
In yoga, we call this Tapas: austerity, a way to learn through sacrifice.
I didn’t know it yet, but this was the foundation of my yogic self.
