The fun of cycling continues. A little unexpectedly. Dearly Beloved (DB) has discovered that her recumbent trike goes better with the brakes off ! She was so concerned about getting in and out of her new cleats she forgot to release her right brake. Much laughter at cafe after ride. I dont think she will make that mistake again.
Recumbents are the way to go. If someone as unfit as Dearly Beloved (DB) can cycle 26 km without feeling sore afterwards then it is worth every cent. With improved fitness she will be able to go up hills faster than me! I cannot allow this to happen. Its almost enough to make me want a recumbent. They are so efficient but funny looking. Humans are creatures of habit. Recumbents are not fashionable. A lot of people are prejudiced against them. And like most prejudice its based on ignorance. We are doing our best to spread the word. We cant go anywhere without running through the advantages of recumbents with somebody who has stopped to ask about Carolyns trike. We discovered the new owner of Shimmers cafe designed and built recumbents at high school. I promised him a ride starting and finishing at Sawtell. The route we took today would be a good easy ride for the second Sunday of the month.
My wife's trike is no longer a virgin. It carried her about 12 km from the jetty at Coffs to the showground and return. The best way to get around and stay fit. If she can ride a recumbent trike, anyone can.
We had to answer three questions before we got it unfolded and mounted! What are recumbent trikes ?
Too wet today, hopefully it will fine up tomorrow.
More Than One Way to Pass Time
Oh my dear bloggers, I have been remiss. I have not blogged for many weeks. What a crime!
My dearly beloved (DB) has got her recumbent trike from Greenspeed. What a machine! Low to the ground and as quick as you dare. It is very blue. Now I want one. Just to save my sore bum if nothing else. We are looking forward to a ride with friends tomorrow. An investment in our health. Both physical and mental.
DB did well at bowling today; both games above average. My practice was ok. I am looking forward to tomorrow night's league. It is with great satisfaction I knock down those little red and white suckers. A great way to displace anger. What a way to keep healthy mentally.
What a Beautiful Day
I rode from Myelstrom to Hungry Head and return. 37 km all up and my knee is good. Great weather and great company. And I had the energy to mow the front lawn and trim the edges of the driveway.
Hungry Head is a beautiful place. A terrific view from the headland. Urunga is also a pleasant place to visit.
Tomorrow more gardening - there is a certain tree that needs cutting back. Its roots will slowly eat our fence if its given a chance.
Back On the Bike
It felt good to get back on the bike again today. Low gears and high cadence. My knee injury is making me use a lower gear. I'm learning .......... slowly. I had to turn back after about 20 km. Which was a little disappointing but I think I did the right thing. I ended up doing 30 km overall so I'm pleased.
I bowled a 195 at Wed night league and fixed my mortgage interest at 8.39% for 12 months. That's pretty good considering my bowling average is 158 and my interest at present is 8.89% - variable.
Sorry for bragging but I'm trying to improve my self esteem after 30 years of teaching. My wife has a sore back and is high on diazapam. She is cloud walking at the moment but at least the pain is under control. She calls now reminding me of the time - its very handy living with a talking clock
I'm An Individual
I went to see a psychologist today.She was very nice, but it was horrible - I had to talk about myself! One of the hardest things for me to do. One of the other difficult things for me to do is talk about relationships; which is why I need to see a psychologist.
She said writing things down will help but she didn't say anything about the poor suckers reading the crap I write. If this is helping me; what is it doing to you? I'm coming off my medication, so sometimes I may seem a little strange or vague. What a great excuse! I think I will never completely come of my anti-depressant..........oops, I said the 'd' word. A sure way to stop any conversation or stop someone reading a crappy blog.
Bye for now.
Torture Of A Spectator
I miss the pain of pedalling up hills - I must be a masochist. The walk showed a seriously degraded boardwalk. Huge risk of falling and breaking leg on old broken boards.
Tomorrow; walking along the beach with dogs. I love autumn weather; not too hot. Today's wind, however, would blow a dog off its chain! Another reason to leave early: before the wind picks up.
The Pain......The Pain..........
Why do parts of my body suddenly start hurting. No, not THAT part. Just my right knee. I had to shorten my bike ride today but light of my life (wife) met me for coffee at the mall where we finish our ride. Day off from cycling tomorrow. It only hurts when I cycle. This means I can still do chores like gardenig and other domestic joys!
How do you know if your doing too much of one thing? If your relationships are failing and your friends deserting you then I guess that tells you its too much. Its all about balance. Too much cycling and not enough housework could make Robert a lonely boy.
Life is a journey and I have lost my way a few times but there are some things that are always true.
-He who teaches, learns. I didnt really know anything completely until I tried to teach it to someone. Then I realised how difficult it can be to learn something new.
-Asking someone for help is an opportunity to become more human. We are social animals and helping and being helped is a way of forming social bonds.
- Language is a powerful tool. The words and phrases we use to ourselves and others program the way we think. Self talk is an important skill that leads to the formation of self concept; for good or bad. How I feel about myself determines the formation of my decisions and affects how I live my life. This can lead to the decline of my general health. I could also begin to look like a sad sack that nobody would want to listen to.
Here ends my thoughts for the day. The ravings of this lunatic are over for now.
A little boy asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. He replied:
"A purple shark"
I just want to be human.
on I'm An Individual