Evening Ride - "You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire" - Seneca

Mt Herzl, Mt. Ora, Mt. Giora, Mt. Ya'aleh all have the same thing in common. 

They all laugh at me every day but not like that mean kid in school but like a father observing his child taking his first steps.

In the eyes of the mountains I will always be that child taking his first steps. 

No matter how fast I climb, how strong I climb, whether it's day or night I am still as if nothing before these mountains.

These mountains were here long before me and they'll be here long after my memory is extinguished forever.

The more I'm out there the more I become aware of how insignificant I am. Of how finite my presence.

All I am left with is the honor of having been born during a time where great roads have been built and maintained in these heights. I am guest of honor, or just a guest.

I know nothing. I am nothing. My strength is as if that of a mouse before these mountains. A speck of dust in the wind present but for a fleeting moment, I am. 

But when it gets dark a smile remains on my face. I have conquered myself. I am my own master and I'm invincible. I have made friends in high places that will never let me down.

"Beat your plowshares into swords And your pruning hooks into spears; Let the weak say, "I am a mighty man." - Joel 3:10

Type: 
Ride
Workout_type: 
workout
Date: 
2017-02-01T14:02:34Z
Avg Pace: 
2:30/km
Elevation: 
1417
Distance: 
66246.2
Moving time: 
9955
Activity id: 
851752954
Strava title: 
Evening Ride - "You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire" - Seneca
Total photo count: 
0
Title: 
Evening Ride - "You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire" - Seneca
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Description: 
Mt Herzl, Mt. Ora, Mt. Giora, Mt. Ya'aleh all have the same thing in common. They all laugh at me every day but not like that mean kid in school but like a father observing his child taking his first steps. In the eyes of the mountains I will always be that child taking his first steps. No matter how fast I climb, how strong I climb, whether it's day or night I am still as if nothing before these mountains. These mountains were here long before me and they'll be here long after my memory is extinguished forever. The more I'm out there the more I become aware of how insignificant I am. Of how finite my presence. All I am left with is the honor of having been born during a time where great roads have been built and maintained in these heights. I am guest of honor, or just a guest. I know nothing. I am nothing. My strength is as if that of a mouse before these mountains. A speck of dust in the wind present but for a fleeting moment, I am. But when it gets dark a smile remains on my face. I have conquered myself. I am my own master and I'm invincible. I have made friends in high places that will never let me down. "Beat your plowshares into swords And your pruning hooks into spears; Let the weak say, "I am a mighty man." - Joel 3:10
Average speed: 
6.655
Language: 
English
Cover image: 
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