Into Our Souls
Jul. 22nd, 2020 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayMy bike, and my twice-a-day rides on it, are my lifeline. And this morning, well, this noon, it's raining.
A few weeks ago, I bought a portable bike trainer which is basically a stand which raises the back wheel off the floor and holds it against a smaller wheel which then provides varying levels of resistance as you pedal.
But it's been sitting in my kitchen, in the box it was delivered in, ever since it arrived.
Although I actually bought it to have something in place once the winter weather closed in, I also told the kid at the bike shop that I planned to be--as he put it--a "fair weather rider." That was in answer to a question about which chain oil I should buy.
Because, truthfully, I really don't intend to be the kind of all-weather crazy that I was back in my commuter days. That's what landed me on some very hard pavement, near Syracuse's Washington Square, with a broken hand, a cracked helmet, and the broken temple piece of my glasses embedded near my eye.
Needless to say, I don't need that right now, although I'd take it over a ventilator tube stuck down my throat. But then, we don't really get to choose, do we?
The point is, this as-yet-unboxed trainer will be set up and used at some point well before the snow flies, when the days have gotten bad enough otherwise to keep me inside.
But God, how I don't want that time to be now. I NEED to be outside, I NEED to be in the open. Because, when I walk indoors these days, I feel the same as when I'm going feet-first into that horrific MRI tunnel at the hospital. But without the medication.
And so I managed, twice today, to get in my rides between light rains. The one this morning was shortened a bit but I was able, for most of 3 miles, to get out on the road and feel the wind rushing past me and to BREATHE.
Because, you know, we all need to breathe. Not just into our lungs, but into our souls...
LPK
Dreamwidth
7.22.2020
A few weeks ago, I bought a portable bike trainer which is basically a stand which raises the back wheel off the floor and holds it against a smaller wheel which then provides varying levels of resistance as you pedal.
But it's been sitting in my kitchen, in the box it was delivered in, ever since it arrived.
Although I actually bought it to have something in place once the winter weather closed in, I also told the kid at the bike shop that I planned to be--as he put it--a "fair weather rider." That was in answer to a question about which chain oil I should buy.
Because, truthfully, I really don't intend to be the kind of all-weather crazy that I was back in my commuter days. That's what landed me on some very hard pavement, near Syracuse's Washington Square, with a broken hand, a cracked helmet, and the broken temple piece of my glasses embedded near my eye.
Needless to say, I don't need that right now, although I'd take it over a ventilator tube stuck down my throat. But then, we don't really get to choose, do we?
The point is, this as-yet-unboxed trainer will be set up and used at some point well before the snow flies, when the days have gotten bad enough otherwise to keep me inside.
But God, how I don't want that time to be now. I NEED to be outside, I NEED to be in the open. Because, when I walk indoors these days, I feel the same as when I'm going feet-first into that horrific MRI tunnel at the hospital. But without the medication.
And so I managed, twice today, to get in my rides between light rains. The one this morning was shortened a bit but I was able, for most of 3 miles, to get out on the road and feel the wind rushing past me and to BREATHE.
Because, you know, we all need to breathe. Not just into our lungs, but into our souls...
LPK
Dreamwidth
7.22.2020
