Yesterday, I rode my mountain bike more than 35 miles in the New River Gorge. 35 miles. Ouch.
As you might imagine, I’m a bit sore, but in a good way.
I have been riding often, trying to get myself into better shape. As I barrel head-first into middle age, it has become glaringly apparent that I need to take a little better care of myself. Riding my bike is helping me do that.
My rides generally consist of anywhere from 7 to 14 miles. Some are hilly. Some are not. While the rides aren’t necessarily easy, they have all been very manageable.
So, you might be wondering, “why the hell did you decide to ride 35 miles?”.
Simple. I wasn’t sure if I could.
My inspiration to try, came from my oldest step-son Will. His story is worth telling.
Meet Will
Will is a sophomore at West Virginia University with aspirations of becoming a graphic designer. I first met him when he was 9.
Will was a bit shy when he was younger, something that folks that know him now may never believe. When his mother and I married, and we all moved into a new house, he moved to a new school.
He knew no one.
The combination of unfamiliar surroundings and faces had to be a bit intimidating. Especially for a shy kid. It made no difference. It wasn’t long before he made plenty of new friends, seemed like they would call for him every 5 minutes. For a time, I thought we might have to surgically remove the phone from his ear. He made many great friends and went on to become Homecoming King among other things. Not bad for a shy kid.
School
This is a matter of great debate in our household, but I believe in my heart-of-hearts that Will is dyslexic. Some half-baked tests were performed that say otherwise, but it is my belief. No matter, fact is, it takes Will a bit longer to read things than most. He’s a very smart kid, just takes a bit longer that’s all.
Too often people use something like that as a crutch. It’s much easier to say you can’t learn, than to put in the extra effort. He put in the extra effort. He also made National Honor Society and graduated with a G.P.A. over 3.5.
Learn a Lesson From a Kicker
As a boy Will loved to play soccer. Still does. He had the make-up of a soccer player. Speed, agility, endurance, legs like tree trunks. He was good. Unfortunately, when he entered high school there was no team for him. A by-product of living in our neck of the woods, no soccer team served to create a new opportunity.
High School
Knowing there would be no soccer, Will decided he would become a kicker. Comically, some now know him by no other name than “Kicker”.
Having no experience kicking a football, we signed him up for a kicking camp, with NFL legend Ray Guy. He found himself on a football field with some of the East Coast’s elite high school kickers. It would have been easy to tuck-tail and walk away. Instead, he kicked.
I remember watching him tee up the first football, and take a run at it. Nice looking approach, his big leg swinging towards the ball with speed. It all looked pretty good, to me at least. Except for the kick itself. The ball barely made it off the ground and had a flight pattern which reminded me of a wounded duck. I was worried. He was not.
He kept kicking. Working at it every day.
Several games into his first high school season, his team found themselves in a tight game behind by 2 in the 4th quarter. They had a big running back that plowed his way down the field, destined for a touchdown. Inexplicably, the drive stalled well short of the endzone. Behind by 2. Fourth Quarter.
I looked at the sideline and watched Will grab his tee and trot onto the field. My first thought was, “Holy Shit they are sending Will out to kick!”. My second thought was “Holy Shit they are sending Will out to kick!”. Yeah, it was a bit nerve wracking. I don’t think I exhaled for what must have been an hour.
He drilled the kick. I stood and cheered. They won. He went on to have a great high school career as an All-State kicker.
College
Kicking presented several opportunities for Will to attend school and play football. This was a goal of his. He told me so years earlier. However, he didn’t just want to kick in college. He wanted to kick for West Virginia University.
For those that don’t know me, I’m a bit of a WVU sports fanatic. I myself am a third generation graduate of West Virginia University. It’s in our blood. It made me proud that Will wanted to go there too.
So, instead of kicking at a smaller school, he decided to enroll and try walking on as a Freshman.
Making a college team as a walk-on is not easy. Making a college team as a walk-on kicker is WAY not easy. But he tried.
Kicking, running, kicking, running. He prepared for his chance and gave it a shot, yet did not find his name on the call back list. So he kept kicking. Visiting Mountaineer Field to kick on his own, he eventually met Head Coach Bill Stewart. My guess is, Bill also calls him “Kicker”.
Recently, Will headed to the student body tryout for a second time knowing the odds were stacked heavily against him. Yet he tried.
While I would love for this post to conclude with a storybook, Rudy-esque telling of Will making the team, it won’t. Not yet at least.
However, there is lesson for us all.
Be Like Will
Too often we find ourselves faced with adversity and use it as a crutch to stop trying. Too often people are afraid to attempt something, not knowing if they can actually do it.
It’s easy to only do things you know you can accomplish. It’s not easy to work hard and take risks. It’s not by chance that those which do, are the ones that eventually realize great success.
If I were the Marketing Director for Nike, I would use Will in my campaign.
‘Be Like Mike’? Nope. ‘Be Like Will’.
‘Just do it’? Nope. ‘Just Try!’
I am proud of Will. He inspires me, and I hope he does you too. I challenge you to ‘Be Like Will’. Try something you have been afraid of doing, you never know what might happen.


















