I was completely numb. My body was numb. My mind was numb. Everything was numb.
I could feel myself leaving my body. It was as if I was looking down at myself, from outside of my physical being. Everything was hazy. There was no time. There almost wasn’t any space…but not quite. I still knew where I was, but only faintly.
I was drenched in heavy, sticky sweat. I was so thirsty that I had stopped being thirsty. All my beings had definitely melded into one. There was no separation between physical, mental and spiritual. I was just one single being, floating in the air, looking down at my physical representation and drifting in a weird, hazy existence. I wondered if this is what Jim Morrison meant by breaking on through to the ‘other side’.
As I took the first pedal stroke, I looked up at the mountain before me. As I began to roll, I took in a deep breathe of fresh mountain air. As I began to ascend, my whole being was present. I was there, just me and my bike, becoming one with the mountain. I felt so open, so free. I thought to myself, this is it, this is the true essence of cycling for me. This is why I fell in love with riding.
The beauty surrounding me was indescribable. The sky was true blue and the sun shone down warming everything. My eye caught the occasional chipmunk bouncing about and chirping away. The trees were an array of vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. The mountain opened up before me, grand and snow capped.
My being was in pure heaven. The purity of the moment filled my heart.
This was it. This was the true essence of cycling for me. This was why I fell in love with riding.
There is something so pure about just being out there, me, my bike, and nature. I see so much, hear so much, and feel so much.
I was only going to be riding in short bursts today. But, even these short bursts of cycling made me reflect and realize how long my journey has been. It started with fear and anxiety and evolved into feeling more free than I could ever imagine. A journey that started with my husband and the road bike that he bought for me shortly after our wedding. A journey that really got going on a French mountain known as Alpe d’Huez. A journey that has no end as it has now become a life long path.
So there I was, on the side of this lovely mountain, pedalling away and falling in love all over again. What timing to be taken back to a place that completely reminded me of why I picked up a bike and started pedaling, why I made my way up that first peak, and why I just keep on pedalling no matter what.
A bike can take you to some amazing places – physically, mentally and spiritually. A bike can become a friend, and a part of a life long journey.
I am on a quest to be in the moment more and more. I want to be as present as possible as much as possible. Today in yoga class, my instructor said ‘Peace is not the destination, peace is the path. I realized that finding my own peace, being present, isn’t something that I will finish and check off of my to do list. This isn’t a task that I can simply complete. I will never be finished with it, or done. It will be a lifelong journey, part of my every day. Continue reading “The Path of Peace”→
That moment when you take a deep breath and your entire being slows down. The fresh air fills every part of your body, your mind, and your soul. You look around in a way that perhaps you haven’t for while. You really see your surroundings. You drink in everything about the moment. Everything stops, and a great space is created. The pressure is lifted, and the confines of life before this space was created are lifted. It is the most delicious moment. Continue reading “Don’t Forget to Be In The Moment”→