Fighting the headwind

[pegkerr]

Yesterday, I was a crazy woman who exercised up a storm. I rode the bike both to and from work and took it out at lunch. I also did my mid morning and mid afternoon walks across the Stone Arch Bridge. My thighs were burning as I bicycled home. My pedometer was over 16,400 steps for the day.

Today, I fought a headwind all the way into work. I was tired (not quite enough sleep). I was traveling away from the light rail line, and by the time I was REALLY wishing to bail, I was uncertain what bus lines I could take. So I went all the way. I labored along, eventually getting a stitch in my side and a cramp in my foot, and cursing the wind when the blasts got strong enough to shake the bike. Other bicyclists whooshed by me.

Life in general has felt a lot like that lately.

Yes, this is a metaphor.

Comments

[johnridley.livejournal.com]

Downshift and spin (take it at whatever rate you can comfortably do), reach your goals in your own time, persevere and you will become stronger.

That's also a metaphor.

I used to HATE headwinds. Then someone told me "it's just more training making you stronger." I try to remember that when I'm facing a 30 MPH gusty wind going up that one bugger of a hill on my route and my legs are howling at me.

[lmarley.livejournal.com]

Sweetie, in a year you'll be whooshing by everyone else. Take heart.

[wintersweet.livejournal.com]

Metaphor or not ... Even when it's a struggle and other riders are passing you by, I'm still really impressed that you have the fortitude to bike to work at all. I want to be able to do that, but I can't.

(Though it wouldn't hurt to do a bit of research on which lines you could take if you ever do need to bail. :))

[schnoogle.livejournal.com]

For what it's worth, I'm completely in awe of you and all that you're doing at the moment.