Life...

Something happened yesterday.. Something tragic. It shocked the world of professional cycling, and was an eye opener for a lot more than just the cyclist's involved. Yesterday, during the 3rd stage of the 2nd biggest cycling race in the world, the Giro d Italia, Wouter Weylandt fell tragically to his death within 30km's form the finish.

At 26 years of age, he was a baby. A bright smiled, optimistic rider, who sacrificed himself on most occasions for the success of others, yet ironically had won the very same stage, of the very same race, just a year before. Leaving behind a pregnant wife, family and friends, it was an absolutely tragic loss, like any death. This was different though, he was doing what he loved, cycling professionally, working... In a sport where deaths are so rare, the whole raced was rocked into mourning. Not even 24 hours before, they had sat around the breakfast table laughing, looking forward to a great days racing, his team mates now sat empty, questioning such a pointless loss.

And that's how quickly it happens. Just like that, parents were minus a son, a wife minus a husband, and an unborn baby minus a father. It's one big ass reality check. Don't waste time, don't waste opportunities, and NEVER take tomorrow for granted. Use the time you have, don't have regrets, and see the people you want to see NOW, don't wait. Nobody gets second chances. Tell your parents you love them, don't neglect your friends, and do shit with a smile on your face.. Next time you're sitting around bored, make a plan to get out and do something. Next time you're unhappy or feeling down, fix it. Don't wait.

As the world of cycling mourns this loss, I for one will making every second I have count. I love you mom, I love you dad, and I will be happy. Make your time count peeps.. No regrets...