I wore my new bike shoes today. The T lady was back in the house, and assisted me with "clipping in". Nice (my reclaimed word of the week - if you've been following the plot) synergy there, becasue T introduced me to RPM, so progressing to the shoes is like moving from RPM 101 to RPM 102 or something like that. Good to have my first ride in cleats with T.
I thought I was going to "fly". I've heard Hutt girl say riding with cleats is like flying. Probably is if you are going at her speed and on her weight. I'm not sure why I think wearing cleats and proper shoes makes me more consious of my weight. Its the same weight as with my other shoes. Hmmm. Maybe I really do want to "fly" - and completely spin out - in a RPM sense :-)
Even though the T lady is one of my fav instructors, if not my fav instructor :-) it took a bit of adjustment today. I've got to used to riding with the Hutt girl and her 'castle in the air' lines. Or the gruffness and directness of the PT boys.
I also had other stuff on my mind today. Like closing the door again on leaving "Health". It's stirred up all these memories going back. Some are good. Some are not. Not that I'm a physician, but the line physician heal thy self, sort of comes to mind. I've sorted a lot of sh*t out since I last worked at Health, and I don't need reminding of that, because every day I have to make the choice about whether I will default to "old habits". I guess why its bubbling on my mind, is that I know there is still a little bit to sort...Nothing major, but the final little bits are kind of the difference between getting over the finishing line (within my own grace, and the grace of God), and not.
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