Up early. Couldn’t sleep.
Went to bed early too. Real early. As in, when my kids went to bed.
Now some keep their kids up late. Around here, not so much. We aim for seven, usually succeed closer to eight. And, as always, eight is great.
When my mind is rolling over a million things and staring at the ceiling ain’t doing anyone any good, it’s time to head downstairs. Too much going on. Exciting, yes. But damn if I’m not on edge. One cup of coffee later I’m out in the garage looking at my bikes. I counted them yesterday. There are twenty six bicycles in my garage.
Not all are “mine”. My wife has five, as do my daughters. I can claim seventeen as my own.
Hello, my name is jonny & I have a problem…
I filled up a page of paper listing out all the things I need to address. So many things on my plate. Busy is good, I suppose. Better than being utterly unengaged in life, although that occasionally does seem attractive. Idle hands are the devil’s plaything and all that.
Riding a bike, in the dark, by myself, at 4 am on a Wednesday made more sense than anything else I could think of doing. So I rode. Figured out my short ride. I have mentioned, once or twice or four thousand times, that I occasionally take a bike “around the block.” Someone asked me recently, what does that mean, “around the block”? Well, I brought my new (to me) little Garmin gadget with me this morning. And now I can tell you that “around the block” means 3.1 miles.
The first trip ’round felt a little shitty. Toward the end, as I neared the driveway, I figured fuck it. Let’s go again. Second trip felt good. Really good.
Life is like that sometimes.
I’m super stressed lately. As are many of the other heads here at DC. Some have big events coming up, others life issues related to children or jobs or money or a combination of all of the above. It’ll chew you up if you let it.by