Riding Away from a Broken Marriage - Outside Magazine
The white, handlebar-mounted LEDs blink in the distance—beacons on a dark and cool Texas winter morning. Perched on my road bike, layered in cycling clothes, I ride toward the lights, pedaling harder, even though I can barely see the pavement in front of me. Running over a rock could send me flying into the traffic to my left, where, at 6:30,... But all I care about is covering a quarter-mile fast enough to catch the guys in my Wednesday-morning group ride. Just a year and a half ago, my wife, Madeleine, and I, along with our two children, were living in the Bay Area, with a big move ahead of us. We had committed to relocating from our home near San Francisco, where I grew up, to Texas, where she’s... Madeleine had long wanted proximity to family and old friends, and over the previous two decades she’d moved around plenty for my sake. During 18 years of marriage, we’d sometimes struggled, and more than once we’d discussed splitting up. But there were plenty of good things, too. Madeleine bought the groceries. The Tilin family arrived in Austin in the summer of 2011, when central Texas was baking under record-breaking heat. Sweat pouring off me, I broke down moving boxes in the garage of a house we’d found in a quiet neighborhood. We’d moved to a part of town where school buses rolled through the streets and people hosted Texas. Source: www.outsideonline.com
