MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
Balancing Her Time
"Discomfort is the currency of success." Brooke Castillo
Wet weather and an early work shift means no riding for me today. Apparently it's called a rest day. Somehow that is meant to make me feel better about not spinning my legs. Well that and I've got to work. I have to pay for bike expenses. They just keep coming.
You know you buy a bike and think yep, all set. Not true. Next comes the lycra, lights, Garmin. Thrown in an upgrade to a 32 cog so you an climb mountains, like real mountains. New tyres, a few times already as apparently I ride a lot. And winter kit, who would have thought I'd get up in freezing temperatures to ride.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.