So I was offered an interesting question in response to my love affair with my bicycle: "what are you running from?" Well the truth is-I am running from a lot. Most importantly I am running from myself. I am running from all the demons in my ear. I am running from the little voice inside me that doubts I can do it. I am running from my seething anger - and rage - resulting from my slightly predictable but not so fun divorce. I am running from the bottle. I am running from the ice cream. I am running from work stress. I am running from my love life or lack there of. I am running from my doubtful self. I am literally running from a little bottle of pills that turns off my personality but would probably prove to be quite nice right now. I turn the cranks to my bike and all the noise shuts off. I point the wheels and forget about all of it for as long as I can and enjoy the ride.
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