Sometimes all you need is a blast on a bike to blow out the mush in your brain from a really bad week. Sometimes – at the same time – you struggle to motivate yourself onto the bike in order to do so.
What a week it’s been (Herald Sun, pp 1-7, 38-39; The Age, pp 1-3). All I needed tonight was a blast but oh how hard it was to get there! Rather than curl up in a little ball under my desk, I dragged on the gear and hit the city on the Lynskey. The cold night air refreshed and awoke me immediately, especially with the combination of compact pedestrians and peak-hour traffic through town.
When I got out to the Kew junction I felt a bit light and realised I had forgotten my back-pack with all my reading and study notes required for the weekend. Sigh… back to the office I went. This time through heavy city traffic, pouring rain and frivolous Friday night frolickers.
The rain put an end to the hour of inner city riding. I bowed to the pressure of the mush and jumped in a warm car for the drive home… hoping for a slightly better week next week.