July 18, 2011 by welshcyclist
We all know that life isn’t a bed of roses, as they say. They? That means us, I suppose, well you get my drift.
The truth is I’m stressed, taut as a compressed spring. So much happening to try and cope with, on work, family, and personal fronts. Without my cycling I would, truely, be stark staring bonkers.
I’ve just glanced through my works diary, it’s mainly used to tell me what shifts I’ll be working each week, but I’ve taken to recording when I commute each day, in turn that gives me an idea of how many miles I’ve pedalled.
Since 10th February this year I’ve cycled 3,040 commuting miles, alone. Without those hours, approximately 2.5 hours for each of the 76 days I’ve commuted by bike, that’s a total of 190 hours, I would not be sane.
Just examining and comparing the total hours with those achieved by round the world cyclist who did 100 miles per day, on average, that 190 hours would have seen me cycle an eigth of the world’s circumference. That’s alot of miles to stay compus mentis, but undoubtedly that’s the price I must pay, and I suppose it has got to be alot cheaper than using a psychiatrist.
Yes, I do know, this all sounds so melodramatic, and I guess talking about my sanityand psychiatrista is way over the top, especially when I sit back and think how some people suffer, but we’re all guilty of using the wrong yardstick of comparison, at one time or other. I just wish I could get on top of my world, and be in control, instead of reacting, usually in the worst possible way, to the events of the day, week, etc..
Basically, I believe, I haven’t grown up yet. 60 and still a boy!!! Great, would it be true, far too much grey in the barnet for that to be true, but I’m “Talking ’bout my generation, My generation…..”, as the “Who” famously sang. I seem to meander along in total chaos, everyone else seems sorted, while I appear to be going back to square one? What is it with me?
Perhaps, I really am cracking up.