Down in the dumps
Wednesday, February 29th, 2012I’ve been really feeling the pressure of work the last few weeks, mostly put on myself to get ALL the things done and with ever encroaching deadlines, monday flipped me. Mental block, anxiety, stress & ultimately, a nervous wreck. Fortunately big bro works next door to me so after reassurance, I rolled in tuesday morning. lots of discussion & reassurance, help & check ups. All should be ok, but my mind had shut down, rebooted & lost all saved work. The first time anything mentally this drastic has happened to me. It scared me & thats saying a lot after the number of serious physical injuries I’ve had! I hadn’t really acknowledged mental health before. Why should I? I ha d cycling to focus on & look forward too.
Laid on the bed at Acupuncture yesterday (treatment for an injury in 2009), it occurred to me that the amount of cycling I now do has dramatically reduced. Finding the ability to look upon the situation from an outside view helped me to remember how much confidence, satisfaction & joy cycling gave me, I couldn’t get enough at one time! Things change & routines waver…
This morning I got out of bed at the quiet time of 5:20 am with only the slightest murmur of miss. mechgrrrl in bed. Gathering my things & wheeling the bike out into the dimly lit morning outside, with all but the most dedicated of birds singing in the mild air of Hay, i set off, not for the first time, to cycle to work in Hereford. 26 miles & plenty of time for waking of the body & mind. Needless to say, I arrived at work ready for the sit down & my anxious self calmed by the endorphins that outperform anything a doctor could prescribe. As the day went on it started coming back…
A glorious sunny depart from work deserved the quiet & calm detour through the lanes winding steadily westward. No reason to hurry in attempt to cheat the clock, a rendezvous with miss mechgrrrl offered a quick refuel, & then on for some more cycling west beyond hay, in the foothills of the black mountains, all beneath the deep colours of a pristine darkening sky. That. Makes. Me. Happy. All in 63 miles covered on a bike the same age as me. My special bike, my friend, a friend that is always there & most importantly my loving, caring & beautiful girlfriend, miss mechgrrrl to share it with. Now for the fight for the cake.
Cycling is the right doing for so much i the world, surely it deserves a medal!?
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