The day was spent out on the roads doing errands in the city. This exhausts me more than endurance sports. All that was left of me just wanted to shower and go to bed. All the exercise I had done this day was my strength and flex session before I left. A planned indoor ride looked like a dying cause.
Down deep there is a rebellious streak in me that just hates for the world to have its way with me. I just have trouble letting the necessary and ordinary take away the senseless yet extraordinary part of life. Sometimes what makes no sense at all seems to make the most sense of all.
I won't ride far, I thought. Just get a ride in and salvage something from this. So I did and it wasn't pretty- at first. I wanted to quit after a mile and even after 10-15 minutes, I wanted that shower.
That should be sufficient to call it a ride. But it wasn't and I just kept on and on until I had hit the hour I had planned on in my schedule. And, I finished really strong, leaving me wondering: where did that come from?
I don't have any answers to the end of this but to say: don't always believe the present way you feel. Give your spirit the time to stretch and breathe through sweat and determination. You may just wrest some of the better part of yourself for yourself and give cause to smile.
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