Yonkers!
Between the general anxiety I get in big cities, the incessant honking, and the fact that we were about to run out of fuel on a 10 lane highway, driving into New York City yesterday raised my stress levels beyond where they needed to be. By the time we reached Yonkers, my excitement for visiting the Big Apple vanished, and I was ready to head back to our previous host's country hamlet in Dutchess County.
By the time the fuel tank was full and we crossed the 3rd Ave bridge, I felt much better. The taxi cab wrath, strangely enough, felt good. I figured life couldn't be better when we found space to park right across the street from where we're staying (which apparently used up all my parking karma).
Ben Lyon
Ben, Akira, and I moved in. We sat down. We met our host, Pamela. We got on a bus. We gave a talk at
Lifethyme Market. We hung out with the rockin' group of folks known as
TeamOrganicNYC (OA's New York Chapter). We went out to eat at
Gobo. Last night was good times.
I also uncovered a fact that has befuddled me for the past year. I'm on this chapter's email list, and though I rarely, if ever, read the emails; I'm astounded by the sheer volume of emails that pass between the members of the OANYC chapter. Literally, I get 2-4 digest emails of 25 or more messages per day!
It has to do with crackberries. I've never tasted this fruit, but if you taste it you will feel compelled to write text messages. I see stores selling crackberries and the like up and down 5th Ave, so apparently this addiction is quite common.
Akira in Gobo
Pamela relayed some of the smack talk being passed between the group today. Within the span of 10 minutes, people had written messages longer than the total amount of writing I do in one day (of course, people should consider themselves lucky if they get more than a 1 sentence reply from me. I'm pretty short with the email stick.)
I find this all pretty amazing, but what impresses me most about OANYC is the sense of community among its members. Sure they have a incessant cyber-dialogue, but that's because, I think, they have good relations in the real world. They train together. They race together. They have fun together. And it wouldn't surprise me if they probably text each other from opposite ends of the paceline. Kidding aside, in a sense, they are doing this.
Not everyone is vegan. Not everyone is "organic." And that's the point. OrganicAthlete is about bringing people together. It's about bringing people into the fold. Yes, the organization promotes a plant-based diet, but that doesn't mean that every member has to be a vegan. I think it means that we, as a community, as a group, are open to a healthy, compassionate way of living.
Last night, someone asked me why I'm a vegan - whether it's health or the environment or ethical reasons. I stumbled over my answer because I have a hard time giving one reason or another for something that seems so integral.
Back from a ride in Central Park
As I was parking the van this morning for 3 and a half hours (yes, that's 210 minutes), I got to thinking about why I'm a vegan. I think it comes down to
love and
holons. But I'll have to keep thinking about it.