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Friday Fun (The Hill)

I’ve mentioned previously that in spite of an intense desire to be athletic, I am not, nor have I ever been.  I’m not talking about fit or in shape; I’m talking about that ability to just run up a hill or jump into a basketball game and not get hurt or…well, you get the picture.  Even at my most fit, when I routinely biked at least 15 miles a day and had rock-hard abs, I still got hit in the face with the ball playing backyard volleyball.  Heck, even when I would go running I certainly didn’t look good doing it.  When it comes to fitness, I am not gracefully athletic.  I am awkward.

Anyway, as part of my bid to get back in shape and relieve my anxiety and do good things for the planet, I’ve been biking to work.  Well, not all the way to work.  I can’t make it that far yet.  It takes two city buses to get to my job, so I’ve been biking to the bus connection, which luckily is just about half-way to work.  I live partway down one side of a very large hill.  In the mornings, I have a nice, gradual slope up for a couple of blocks followed by around five blocks of downhill easy awesomeness.  I’m sure you can see where this is going. 

In the evenings, I hit the hill at the end of my ride.  It’s like a giant middle finger taunting me about how much easier this all would have been if I’d just taken that second bus today.  I’ll be riding along, feeling pretty fit and great, passing all the cars stuck in stand-still traffic and happy in the knowledge that I’ve cut my commute time nearly in half.  Then the landmarks start popping up to remind me that the evil hill is nearly upon me.  Now this hill is not just a hill.  The top of it also happens to consist of a bridge, and bridges in Boston for some unearthly reason are narrower than the roads, which means cars that used to be arms-length away are suddenly at your elbow.  And this isn’t a pretty bridge over a river or a gully or anything.  No, no, it’s over the lovely commuter traffic on the Pike (translation: interstate, highway, Autobahn with a speed limit). 

So, I’m at the end of my ride, tired, hungry, sweaty, and there’s the hill.  I dutifully switch down a gear, but something’s fucked up in my bike’s gears and it won’t catch when I go down from 6 to 5.  I have to go 6 to 5 to 4 then back up to 5 for it to catch.  This makes me wobble for a moment in a way that makes the cars near me worry that I’m about to tip over into them.  (This is a fair concern as I did tip over into a car once when I was in highschool, but that’s another story).  Anyway, so after the wobbling, I try to regain my speed, generally to no avail.  And there I am, moving at a pace that eventually becomes so slow that pedestrians are passing me and giving me that “Why don’t you just get off and walk the bike?” look.  No matter how many gears I’ve moved up since starting this project (5, thank-you-very-much).  No matter how much faster I get.  No matter what, this hill is always just as difficult, and I always reach a near stand-still at the top of it.  

It just refuses to get any easier.  It refuses to stop making me look like an out-of-shape loser.  In a way, this hill reminds me a lot of my anxiety.  I want to just breeze through the day perfectly happy and not conjuring up new things to worry about and not get stuck in a loop of obsessive thoughts.  I want to get up that hill looking powerful and athletic.  But no matter what I do, no matter how I start the day, no matter how many times I tell myself this is going to be an awesome day and I’m going to do the right things and I’m going to treat the people I care about with the peaceful trust and respect they deserve, I still wind up sitting at home or in my cubicle at work with a racing heart and panicky thoughts powerhousing through my head.  

My anxiety is just like that hill.  It makes me look like an idiot and makes me feel real shitty about myself, but nothing I do seems to make me able to conquer it.  And yet, I get up each day and say “today is going to be the day I beat that goddammed hill.”  And that’s what I say every day about my anxiety too. Someday I am going to power through the ride and realize at the end of it that that hill felt non-existent, and someday I’ll be at the end of the day and realize that my anxiety is non-existent too.

Friday Fun! (Camping and Biking)

July 16, 2010 4 comments

Hello my lovely readers!  Thank you for being patient with my hiatus last week, and I hope you enjoyed the posts this week.

Last weekend I went camping in Vermont with my friends Nina and E.  I love so many things about camping–the fires, the food, the technology free time to talk, sleeping outside, the justification for using a hatchet.  We rocked out in the car on the way up, and they also got a chance to meet my family.  My brother taught them how to shoot rifles and pistols, and my dad made us dinner one night.  They continued on to Canada, and I took a bus back to Boston after visiting a bit more.  Unfortunately, the bus was around an hour late, so I wound up arriving at work exhausted the next day.

Yesterday it was finally cool enough to start biking again.  My legs only  lost a little bit of their strength, so that’s good.  My bike fell off its chain for the first time yesterday, and of course I had no idea how simple that is to fix.  I spent a few minutes grappling with the chain and getting covered with grease before discovering this lever you can push on to raise and loosen the chain and set it back on.  At least I knew enough to put it on the second circle since it was on the second gear.  So then I got to arrive on my bus connection covered with grease and got weird looks from the bus driver. It was awesome.   I took a risk biking this morning.  It’s cool now but is supposed to get up into the low 90s by this evening.  We shall see.

Happy weekends, all! How were your weekends?  Any good weekend plans?

Friday Fun! (Biking, Lost, Holiday)

Hello my lovely readers!  This week was the first step in hopefully, eventually biking all the way to work every day.  However, an attempt on the weekend showed me that I’m not capable yet of making it the 6 miles (one way, so 12 miles round-trip).  So, to work my way up to it, I’m biking to my bus connection, which is just about half-way there.  It was a bit nerve-wracking being on the road with cars, let me tell you, but today I found myself having a bit more confidence on the road.  Plus, I was able to move up a gear on the bike already!

Sunday was the Lost finale (and if you have yet to see it, you are not a true fan and deserve the spoilers), and of course I watched it, including the two hour re-cap.  I appreciated the action on The Island, but I was disappointed with the spiritual direction the writers went.  I’d been hoping the whole way through the series that we would discover that the mythology being yakked about by the older generation of protectors/evils was just a way to deal with science they had yet to understand.  Instead we get handed a glowy light with no scientific explanation and a happy-go-lucky, feel-good after-life.  Also, I never got to see Kate die, what the fuck is up with that?!   However, I didn’t hate the episode, and I actually found myself almost crying when Vincent came and licked Jack.  So the verdict on my end was meh.  I didn’t hate it, but it also didn’t ruin the rest of the series for me.  I’ll definitely be re-watching the seasons.

This weekend is a 3 day weekend here in the US for Memorial Day, which means I have Monday off.  I’m so excited!  I hope at least one day is beautiful out so I can go for a bike ride or a row on the Charles and have a picnic.  Happy weekends everyone!