Fighting the headwind
Mar. 27th, 2007 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrYesterday, 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.
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.