I won't bore you with too many details. This weekend was tough. My brother, CAT and I spent Saturday and Monday going through things in my Dad's house getting ready to turn it over to a new owner within the next week or so.
CAT and I took Sunday to clear out space for some of the stuff that we're keeping and when she had to go to a gig later in the afternoon I was emotionally spent. I hopped on Bucephalus and under the pretense of running a book back to the library, I went on a short, seven mile ride. It helped.
It's not a spiritual thing for me. Broken down to it's base components a bike ride is going from point A to point B. I have to focus on the road. I have to focus on traffic. I have to make decisions about which route to take. I have to exert some physical energy. I get to smile as I coast down a tree lined hill at 26 MPH. I have to dodge squirrels every 100 feet or so. I get to wave and say hello to other cyclists and pedestrians. I am an encumbrance to a few drivers. I get to be away from the situations of life for a half hour.
I've got the next two days off and will be heading back over to Dad's in just a bit. I think I'll ride my bike.
2 comments:
Tough stuff.
One of my friends lost his wife over the weekend after her long struggle with brain cancer. It's difficult to know what to say or do. I can't even imagine.
The ride may be mechanical, but it certainly helps you to process. There is something about the movement, the wind blowing in your ears- the wind refreshing.
It's pnuematic.
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