On board my bicycle, I headed off toward the hills. I had no definite path in mind; I simply pedaled and made decisions as I went. My goal for the day was to get lost so-to-speak and find my sanity in the process.
It wasn’t long before I was heading uphill towards the reservoir. I grunted and gritted my teeth as I made the climb. At points, the shoulder seemed to disappear and the vehicles reminded me of my vulnerability as they passed by too close for my level of comfort. I said a prayer and pedaled harder.
Upon reaching the reservoir, I stopped to contemplate my next move. Would I continue on and over or go back the way I came? The unknown made me nervous and I wondered if I had what it took to brave it. I decided I’d keep within my comfort zone.
After clicking my foot into the pedal, and watching another cyclist pass, I promptly changed my mind. I went for it.
Much to my surprise, the hill was non-existent from that direction. I was on the other side of the hill in no time and heading back towards home — fighting the wind and feeling the burn as I went.
As for my sanity, it turns out that I had it all along.
Posted by Juls.
Filed under Cross-Training
Posted on Sun, 23 May 2010 at 2:00 pm
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Life is a journey and, for me, running is a huge part of it. Just like a great run, it has easy and tough parts. It is beautiful at times and ugly at others. Hopefully, I will reach the finish feeling good about what I have accomplished and leave a long trail of bread crumbs to show, those that wish to know, where I have been.
That burn often clears my mind too. Nice work :-)
24 May 10 at 12:01 pm #