Every religion has theirs. Think penance and fasting and self-denial.
By comparison, the bike cleanse is relaltively simple: You just shitcan your other priorities and go ride your bike. Which is exactly what I've been doing for the last four days.
Things got way out of hand, unbalanced . . . bike-related stuff was keeping me from riding. How stupid is that? Allow me. Really stupid. Sadly, it's not the first time and likely won't be the last.
For the time being, though, my alarm goes off at five. I do almost all my riding in the dark. My legs are tapped and I wobble when I walk. I tried to go out to the shop tonight, but my head won't do math. I'm kind of surprised I can do grammar. I've never been happier. Bikes rule. I have to go pass out now.
2 comments:
Preach it, brother!
We've all been through it!
I just returned from a 60 mile ride on my bike. I have bike projects to do (and the queue isn't getting smaller), but what good are projects if I never enjoy the end result of what I'm producing.
I've ridden more miles in this week than I've ridden in one week for over a year. And it feels great.
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