Have to admit it is a bit weird to come back down to regular life. The sugar infused ice cream binge is over, the hazy after glow of the accomplishment has faded and it is back to work, walking the dogs, paying bills and trying to sneak out and ride bikes. A strange transition indeed, from the concentrated world of eating, sleeping and riding as many miles a day as I could. To sitting around all day tired, sore, barely able to walk, not working, not riding, basically elevating my feet and trying to write it all down before the freshness of the experience escaped. And now back to the real world of making a living, keeping the fridge stocked, running the dogs till they are somewhat sane and wondering were all the time goes…..
It is hard to keep perspective. There were some powerful realizations out there during my ride. I try and remind myself of them, to keep them in my head, in my heart. Still it seems blurry, distant and idealistic now. Instead the daily set of mundane tasks has taken over my life and I fear that those cathartic moments may become lost and forgotten. Funny how simple things can seem from the other side of the fence. Out there in the wilds, with too much time to think the thought of coming back and rearranging my life was such an easy task. Now not so much.
Still it is so fantastic to be home in this wonderful and supportive community. It feels so great to have my legs get better everyday, I Can go to work, I am getting some good sleep here and there. I have some energy returning, no longer do I feel or look like a zombie! I have been doing some easy recovery rides on my Tranny, I signed up for another bike race. There are even some thoughts as to what race will be after that, what will next season look like, what will be my focus?
Funny how often it all comes back to finding balance. I am so apt to become obsessed with things leaving too much else abandoned along the way, this is really what most of my revelations out there on the trail spoke to me. Balance, Jefe, Balance.