A Hard Stretch
I haven’t written in a very long time. I just haven’t had my brain in the game.
I will not make excuses. I have put on 15 pounds and I am not pleased with myself. I know why. I have been eating too damned much. And I know why I have been doing that. The Black Dog has won a few rounds recently.
I have been working 12-14 hour days at my regular job. I have been working Saturday and Sunday at the bike shop.
When I take time off on the weekend it has been for organized rides or to attend to family responsibilities.
What I have not been doing is taking time for me.
And I am paying a price. Maybe a very high price.
I am exhausted. My abnormal heartbeats have returned. I am not sleeping at night. If I had much hair I am sure it would be falling out.
It is hard to put to words exactly what I have been feeling. Almost numb but not numb enough.
Vacation would be good but I am out of vacation time.
This has been a hard stretch and I don’t see an end.
I took Sunday off this past weekend. I had hoped to do the Tour De Bronx, a nice relaxed pace ride around The Bronx, but shoulder pain is keeping me off the bike right now. I hiked instead. MT and PB, my hiking partners of the past couple of years, and I went on a hike here in North Jersey. 7 miles or so. Not too difficult. Fun. When the hike ended, we went to lunch and shared some good conversation. I didn’t really want the afternoon to end but they went their way and I went home. Reorganized and rearranged our bedroom. Relaxed.
Not nearly enough but it helped.
Yes, this has been a hard stretch.
The last couple of months I have had the sense that I am having trouble finding my center.
In the past just being on the bike has been enough for me to clear my mind, correct my mood, get me centered.
Lately it has not worked.
Riding has been painful. My right shoulder. The muscles between my shoulder blades.
I last rode three weekends ago. My shoulder still hurts. Deep in the joint.
Cycling never hurt before.
Now it is hurting every time I ride and I am developing a fear of the pain.
I am trying to rest the body, give it time to heal, give me time to rest.
But not cycling hurts the mind. I miss the feeling of the bike under me. I miss the rides.
The last time I was off the bike for any length of time was in 2012 when I injured my knee. I am not enjoying this right now anymore than I did then.
So I have to find a way to find me. A way to blow out the buildup of stress. Away to clear my mind. I need to find a way to focus on me so I can focus on my family, my friendships, my life that does not include working.
I have 15 pounds to lose.
I have a mind to refocus.
I have much to do.