I am at the Walter Mitty Classic at Road Atlanta. Seriously, as I type this. The Stock Cars are black flagged after John Finger blew an engine. I am on the hill outside of 10 a/b.
Earlier this year I took my Dad to Daytona for the 500. Before that, the last race I was actually just spectated was in Abu Dhabi, for the Formula 1 race.
In college, I took a yoga class. It was brilliant, taught by a computer administrator for the business department. One of her takeaways was the need to learn to relax without getting sleepy. I haven’t quite mastered that skill. But I did just snooze through the 2nd half of a race involving retired F1 cars, and well into a battle of classic IMSA GTO machines. I got plenty of sleep last night but the sounds just lower my blood pressure and soothe me.
Now I am sitting in the sun, on the deck of my RV, barefoot with a cold beer. This is the life and next week needs to watch it’s back.
How does that work? It’s hot, noisy and the PA system is chattering away. I have a stack of pics, been boring my friends with texts, blew up my Instagram account and met Boris Said and Brian Redman (both are awesome BTW).
Yet I bet my blood pressure hasn’t been lower in months.
Find what you love, it does matter.