Lately, I have been making up every excuse in the book not to ride my bike. “There’s no snow” “There’s too much snow” “It’s too cold” “it’s too warm” “I’m … Continue reading [Bikes] Toodling a.k.a Squashing my inner mountain snob
The price of cupcakes & rainbows when selling the illusion of recovery.
Things that keep me moving towards “The Thing” itself.
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.