Lately I find myself in a unique situation in terms of rounding a corner of a different sort. In just the last two weeks I have been able to engage in more sustained activity following a five week setback in my surgery recovery which has been fraught with complications and a slower than usual healing process. For a while I didn't really care what was around the next corner due to frustration. It was as if I was one of those people who went hiking for all the wrong reasons. You know the people who are all too willing to turn around practically before they start; people who don't have the passion for what they are doing; people that are never compelled to see what's next.
Obviously there is a half-assed metaphor in there but for me it is also meant to be taken literally. For weeks now, months even, I have been plodding along just forcing myself to get up and go. Along the way though I learned something. I learned the value of perseverance in the face of zero motivation. On many occasions leading up to last weekend I didn't exactly want to get out. Nevertheless I kept going and I finally rediscovered my curiosity for what's around the corner again. It has been a long, long time since I enjoyed a bike and climb weekend but it happened and it was fun. It was nothing hardcore. No gnar was shredded. It was just good fun and all I wanted was to keep on going.
|Clever urban single track|