On Your Left

Today I biked past an old man using a walker on the sidewalk. He was wearing a cycling jersey.

Not some cheap novelty tee or faded cotton wannabe, either. A real one—aerodynamic cut, triple rear pockets, full length zipper, snug sleeves, defiant colors.

He was moving slowly, but not apologetically. I wish I’d stopped. Turned around. Complimented his kit. His pace. His resolve.

Maybe asked his name. Maybe taken a picture.

Instead, we both simply nodded. Not out of courtesy, but mutual recognition. We were, in that instant, two steadfast participants in life’s unfolding journey. Same course, different mile markers.

He reminded me that strength isn’t about speed. It’s about choosing to show up—in full color, in full uniform—and letting the world know: I’m still in the race.