Cycle of Life - @FalconSays

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Cycle of Life

Ended up going for that rainy day cycle.

It was a challenge, but I am glad I forced myself to do that. Only thing is, now that I know I can do that, I have one less excuse to get out of exercise, even if it is in the wind and rain.


I headed out about 10:30am, not wanting to wait any longer. It should have been well past morning commute
and enough time before lunch rush.

Just about 2 minutes down the road, I wanted to turn around and walk back up the hill. Didn't account for the wind factor blowing all that rain into my face, making it that much more difficult to navigate the ride. I pushed on. It wasn't a downpour. It wasn't pleasant, but I wasn't all that miserable.

Getting closer to the middle of the little town I pass through to get out to my
regular route (out of town, onto and off the other side of the highway, out to the barn), there were a lot of cars on the road. Why? Who knows.

Seemed there were more cars than usual, but just because it's rainy? I don't know. For a moment I was self conscience of what they must be thinking of me. I have to pass through the heart of this little logging town, passed the library, park, police station, feed store, automotive, hardware store, dentist and bowling alley. Streams of cars just kept along with me, both sides of the road.


Only for a moment did that tiny bit of humbling shame settle on my heart, then I realized how ridiculous that was. I had a warm coat on, I had a safe helmet on, I have no flat tire, I'm peddling along at a great clip, let them feel foolish for burning more fuel and draining their pocketbooks.

The next leg of my trek, past the bowling alley, takes me a ways up hill. It's down hill from my place, level throughout that little bit of town, and back uphill, slow grade
, toward the highway, then out to the barn.

Approaching the highway, there's a stop before you can go east or west onto the highway. I see a line of cars backing up at the stop. "great". Here I come along, in the rain, fighting the wind, in jeans, making my way past this line of cars up to the stop. I wait patiently, I have all day, they're the poor shmucks off to someplace to get money to spend on gas. (I tell myself)

That embarrassed feeling was wanting to take hold, I was having none of that. I don't care what these people think. I ate too much ice cream yesterday, I want the e
xercise, my horse is waiting for me and, besides, it's kind of a fun adventure.

But then I saw just how busy the highway was. What is it about this rain today that is driving more vehicles onto the road? Another thought crossed my mind, "What if in my rush to navigate this crossing, I slip in the slick?" I'll just have to wait at that stop until it is so clear that I have plenty of time to make it across safely.
And that's just what I did.

I waited for all the Mr.& Mrs. McStopSigns to go, waited for all easters and westers to go by, then made my way across. easy peasy

Once I am on the highway, that is the tricky part. Not just today in the rain, but there are a couple of narrow passages along the highway and, remember, this is logging country. Also, since we are out a ways in the country, there are often 18 wheeler fr
eight trucks whizzing back and forth. I can hear when the big trucks are approaching, and it gives me a minute to prepare and make sure I am well balanced, and I can try to make sure I am well enough over to the right, but some spots, there's literally not much to work with other than about 5 inches or smacking your head against a tree.

Made it just fine, as usual. Foxxy was thrilled to see me. I brought her out a big scoop of grain before heading back to grab her some hay. Even though there is plenty of rich grass in pasture right now, I didn't want her standing too long in the rain when she can
graze on hay right under the lean-to.

There were a couple other fat lug geldings in pasture this morning and one of them is an onry brat that will take every chance to force Fox away from her grain. I stood ground and kept that guy at bay. The other gelding is very polite, he wouldn't even approach, but he watched and drooled. I stayed long enough for Fox to eat most of her grain before I went in the barn to grab her pile of hay. Sure enough, when I step back out, there's mr.sneaky finishing off her breakfast, nasty bugger.
I patted my beautiful Foxxy and headed out the front doors to go home. Wanna guess what hand Murphy's Law dealt me right at that moment as I was saddling up to the bike? A hot mess. A bloody hot mess to enjoy all the ride home. Lovely

I either cannot stand to pedal when I hit some uphill grade, or my jeans will be dark enough soaked with rain by then that no one would notice my hot mess anyway.
It's bad enough I was feeling a little embarrassed for all that commuter traffic to see me cycling in the rain; now I have to share with them one of woman kind's not so kind intimate cycle of life? gimme a break

Nothing I can do about that now, just saddle up and go. On the way home, I tried really hard to think of all things positive to help get me through the next trying moments. It's difficult to keep the list in mind when you're trying to navigate highway, rain, wind, cycle and period, but I wanted something to write about when I got home besides the hot mess.

I told myself, "At least no one can tell how much is sweat pouring off my face and water, the rush to get home is pushing my exercise harder, the wet road is making the tires louder and I can hear more cars approaching, no wait, that's just literally more cars today, I can add one more accomplishment to my list."

Who cares about some damn accomplishment at this moment? I was even pissing myself off. No more positive thoughts, just get the hell home! It's rainy and windy and I am niagra falls over here.

I make it most of the way home pushing myself in areas I had taken it easy before or had sometimes even gotten off to walk. I didn't even feel any pain in my legs, I just pushed, didn't stand up to give the cars behind me a brilliant show, just pushed it baby.

About a quarter of a mile left to go, and this last uphill I can't push, no way, no how. I hop off to walk the rest of the way. No more cars, we're on the outskirts of the neighborhood now with only a few houses to go.

I have no idea how much of what I am feeling is mess or wet rain all over me, but it's not funny anymore. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, it felt like it was going to explode. That can't be good. Now I could feel the pain. It hurt just to walk; I was taking the steps very slowly now, I literally could not even move my legs very well at all. Verrrry slowly, one in front of the other.

Just when I was thinking I had better unzip my jacket to cool off because my heart was really worrying me, a gust of cool wind scooped up behind me and pushed me up the hill! No exaggeration, I mean, in that instant I needed it, there it was, and it lasted. That wind pushed and carried me up the last 50 yards of that hill and when it all leveled off and I was safely home, the breeze was gone.

I stripped down and collapsed at home. Turned on the tv and settled in for a well earned break. Suddenly the sky opened up and the rain was an absolute downpour. I finished that ride just in time.

The morning ended with a bang, literally - check this out. Three very loud, very close explosions. Snap, Bam, then a bit later, *BANG*!!! A transformer must have blow. No power. Only had to wait a short while before we heard a truck and crew, working right up from my driveway. Wow, that was close! Glad I wasn't on my bike right then too.......

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