Posts Tagged ‘bike trip’
Middle June
Today is actually the first day of riding for the Tour of Minnesota bike trip I am on. After camping in Jackson, MN last night, we will be riding to Worthington where our visit coincides with the 2014 U.S. Windsurfing National Championships.
To give you a taste of what this ride is like, I am going to re-post a video slide show I created to a song that I wrote about the annual week of bike touring and camping we have been doing for decades. It’s a bit long, but if you don’t have time now, it will still be here when you check back with time to spare.
I figure I should update the lyrics this year to reflect the change in leadership. It is no longer “jaunting with Jim,” but it could easily be sung as “biking with Bob.”
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Double Whammy
Wow, am I ever aware of a wave of melancholy that is washing over me presently. Today is the day when the annual bike and camping trip begins, and I ended up needing to withdraw at the last minute. I say it is okay, but my heart is letting me know that “okay” glosses over some deeper feelings that don’t quite jibe with that description.
A horse would let me know that I am not displaying congruence.
I would like to have a tantrum like a two-year-old, but I’m pretty sure that I have developed more constructive ways to respond. I just need to muster the energy to enact that more constructive response. Unfortunately, I am exhausted. I think this role of responsibility, filling in for the owner of the company where I work, is taxing even when things appear to be going smoothly. I haven’t really done anything, but I am feeling more drained every day.
That week with friends, cycling, camping, laughing, and being on vacation outdoors for a week was going to be my shot of healthy energy. Not only have I lost that opportunity, I have stepped into a role that increases my need for what that would have given me. It’s a double whammy, thank you very much.
No wonder I want to stomp and cry and flail about.
I will rally my energies, and choose to find the as-of-yet-unseen surprisingly valuable lesson/growth opportunity/reward that awaits on the other side of this experience. I don’t mean to be a doubter, but I find it difficult to imagine anything that could be better than being with the precious friends who show up at this bike trip every year. I will miss them immensely.
I already do.
Relative Something 