My body feels better today, thank you for asking. My
mood has lifted, too. Sorry about unloading my unhappinesses on you in
cyberspace last night. Bit naughty of me, but better than going home mardy and
filling my house and my marriage with my filthy mental state.
I’m now deciding whether I should take the old
bicyclette out again this evening. My last two rides have seen me get lost, and
then fall off. Beryl (of Ted and Beryl fame) would tell me that these things
always happen in threes and that if I plan a trip out tonight I’m guaranteeing
myself more woe. I don’t hold with such superstitious truck and nonsense, but
maybe having a break for a couple of weeks might be a good idea. Why tempt
fate? Plus – the new series of Springwatch launches tonight and I’d really like
to give it a chance to impress me.
Flip side arguments? – well I need the exercise.
Generally speaking, cycling is good for my physical AND mental health (when I’m
not frustrated by own sense of direction, or nursing grazes and bruises after a
tumble). During the dark Winter nights, I’ll be moaning about the fact that I
CAN’T go out in the evenings, so I really should take advantage of it while I
can. It’s also important, I think, to get back on the bike quite soon after you’ve
been thrown off, otherwise it can become a sticking point anxiety-wise and you
might NEVER do it again (or maybe that’s horses…). Oh, and the most persuasive thing
– cycling means I’ll use up lots of energy, which will use up my fuel stores, which
gives me an excuse to eat more when I get back home.
That’s sorted, then. I’ll go for a ride after tea. Springwatch
will be on iPlayer, after all.
RC 26-5-20
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