Some mornings you sleep in and it is literally two minutes before you’re meant to be riding.
Thank god you don’t just roll over and go back to that dream where that bad thing is happening that you wanted to stop.
You get up and start over. And remember how freaking great you feel on a bike.
Start over. My therapist, Trudy, is all about saying that it’s not about the bad choices you’ve made in the past, berating yourself for them and trying to unpick them, but how you chose to incorporate that lesson that you learned about yourself, about other people, about things, about life, about places and then to chose better in the future.
She’s very positive about life and thinks that things are going to be alright. And not in a way that makes me think she’s a deluded nut.
I think she must ride early some mornings with a nice new friend.
And see million dollar views.
For free.
Then, probably, she drops in on a very small collection of people doing exactly the same thing in their own way. Some of them are on sweet ladies Orbeas and rocking some serious pink matching. You know how I feel about pink folks.
There’s nothing much like a bit of a natter on a bike. And the thought that you’d like to chat again.
Good luck to our girls in maroon as they match up with the Big Vics.
Life is all about turning up, and playing hard. Tomorrow is another day and it’ll come soon enough. But today is for the living.
eleanor j jackson 