Invisible Youth

I often sit atop my spin bike and several titles of the next entry cascade over the lens that is my brain, and today it whispered: Invisible Youth.  I usually don’t know what the content is going to be just like I am not sure what I am going to write about today, but I do know that today it will be about Young Atlas, Damian. I understand that he just traipsed through his twenties and hit the magic number of 30. Happy belated birthday, Damian.

I missed Svengali this morning and landed in #24 in the 830 session by the newest member of the fleet and he has never disappointed me, and today was no exception. You can see his desire to make each class the best it can be and he has adopted some of the exemplary traits we have come to expect from the elitists at Woodbury. He has his own brand that he stamps on his choreography,  his call and how he designs our flow in and out of the saddle. He takes charge, and there is no doubt he is the lion tamer and all that seems missing is the whip.  I like the fact that he knows what he is doing at such a young age, and he does it with aplomb, never bossy or arrogant but nonetheless firm and very vocal.

Again I was determined to take it easy this morning after a week that left me feeling like teenage wasteland. I don’t know what comes over me because I just can’t tin can it. I come in for a reason, and that’s to give it my level best and sometimes the level is tilted just a bit.  Great job Young Atlas, keep up the stellar work, your effort does not go unnoticed.