I did it.
Yes!!!!
I did it.
I have been cycling for some time now and the furthest I have gone is 43km. O.k there was a day, a long long time ago, when I rode from Kampala to Entebbe and because I did not measure that journey, all I remember is the painful sensation that trickled through my thigh.
So on this day, Friday 31st of May 2013, I elected to face my fear. To ride further than I have ridden in the past few days.
The moment my heart shared this idea with my brain, all sorts of negativity came out of the woodwork. In fact the chairman of the negative committee called the meeting to order.
The representative of the leg committee thundered "we are tired of this endless cycling. How are we expected to exceed our limit? We are not going to be a part of this adventure"
The hand representative who also wore the coat of the shoulder committee, stood up in all her majesty and began the dance of resistance. She waved her hands all over the place..." The shoulders have gone on strike and there is absolutely nothing that can be done without our participation." She then sat down with a huge thud as if to emphasize the weight on her shoulder.
"This idea of riding long distances with only water for sustenance can not go on and on and on. As a representative of the stomach and its organs, I decline to be a part of this ridiculous torture. Why don't we just go and have an ice-cream?"
At that point the brain, being the supreme organ of this state, searched for a precedent.She looked at the file for the past few weeks and found that the desired distance cannot be covered basing on how she felt the last time that she was forced to go beyond her limits.
The chairman of the negative committee called for a vote. He counted the hands. He chuckled. He beamed with confidence.
All the members of the committee knew that they would carry the day. They all sat back and relaxed.
They had all forgotten the heart.
With a sudden throb, the heart pointed out that she carried the veto vote. She choose to exercise her vote.
And so I did it. I cycled a distance of 49.90km and my endorphin level will last me a week.
I did it and so can you
Set yourself a goal that scares the hell out of you
And then go ahead and do it
Just do it.
Your life is in your hands
3 comments:
49 km??? I'd be so worried about the ensuing pain I doubt I'd make that move. But maybe... Just maybe... I should start facing my fears sooner.
49kms!! Power to you Mr. Okot
Thelma, the sooner you face your fear, the better for all those around you. Pain is simply fear leaving your body.
Thank you Penny Kay. That is exactly what I told myself when I did that crazy ride, and then I went for a 60.54 km ride and now there is no limit to how far I can ride.
Power to fitness and dedication.
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