A ride down memory lane.
A beginning-of-the-week thought, brought to you by Becky Furuta
“Today is my favorite day.” 6 year old girl, shaking my hand at Tulsa Tough, Tulsa, Oklahoma
Every moment, we have a thousand thoughts floating through our heads, and many of them are negative or limiting. You don’t have to believe them. Instead, you can just be in the moment. You can turn off the noise, and fall in love with what you have this very second. As a thousand tiny memos in a cell phone have shown me, the process might well be greater than the result, anyway.
Cycling has a spectacular way of creating human connections, breaking down barriers and cultural differences, and creating unity. For all the solitary hours I spend inside the space of my thoughts, training and traveling by myself, I am rarely alone. And for the last five years of sponsorship, I have kept safe in the pocket of my pants the best of the people I have met and the lessons I have learned. I wish, in retrospect, that I were the kind of person who could keep a journal, but I rarely had time to write much of anything on the road. Instead, I kept the bits and pieces of wisdom and advice in a series of memos and texts stored in my phone. As you can imagine, there are hundreds of these little snippets, cast over Girona and Copenhagen and Lisbon, Dickinson, North Dakota and Tulsa, Oklahoma. They have become the patchwork of my experiences that will last long after I cross the final finish line of my racing career.
Becky Furuta is an elite cyclist who has spent the last seven years racing for some of the most recognizable teams in cycling. She has worked to advocate for greater equality in the sport of women’s cycling, and volunteers for programs aimed at teaching kids with disabilities to ride bicycles. In her spare time, she works as a sports vision specialist at an optometric practice in Golden. She makes her home in Longmont with her husband, two children and her hound.