Where do we go from here?
Sitting in my garage re-assembling the various bikes that were strewn over the floor, I got to thinking what is there now?
Since I got home I haven’t cycled, tomorrow I will though, and do the usual race to work, laden down with the trappings of an office manager. The polluted air will rush against my face as cars and lorries cut me up and generally try to kill me. The daily sprint between lights and the pride of not being overtaken by anyone with a basket on their bike will return, but what of the longer term?
Is there more to life than the daily grind and the cut and thrust of the commute?
Sometimes I struggle to see, perhaps it is just the “tomorrow is Monday” feeling but there must be a bigger harder challenge to do and get through. Does this mean I am lost forever searching out more difficult challenges that prove my fitness and ability to fight on even though my body gets older and mind keeps fooling it into a false sense of “of course you can”. One more hill, one more bend, riding into the sunset forever hunting and always wanting more?
As the words of the song say, “I still haven’t found what I am looking for”
So to work in the morning with a smile and a tan that will cause much mirth among colleagues, thighs that will be the envy of many and a new confidence of one more challenge overcome. What next, who knows, who apart from me cares? If I can find a partner now Dennis has officially retired from “The Epic” I would do it again, but who is daft enough to want to take on the untamed monster?