I love to get on my bike and ride and not worry about anything else. Except cars. And traffic lights. And shifting gears (when I'm on a multi-geared steed).
Every work day I look forward to the ride home because it is a chance to clear my mind in preparation for being home. I leave everything at my desk and go change clothes and get on the bike with nothing trailing me. I start pedaling and exert myself to my limits and sometimes beyond them, and by that excercise whatever remained is purged from my mind.
When I reach the house I sometimes find myself gasping for air. My entire thoughts are to recover my voice. When the weather is hot, I end up laying on the floor in front of the AC vent. Now that the weather is cooling again I find myself refreshed rather quickly and able to talk to the kids as they play on the porch while I take off my shoes.
I haven't spent much more time on the bike this year than on my commute, but it is enough, and it is not too much. This sustains me.
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