After reading a post on bicycle burnout from the “Lovely Bicycle” blog, I thought about my own commute to work that is some 25-30kms each way. It’s not an easy thing to do two days in a row, so I don’t, and I take it at my own pace, now being in the fifty something-or-other club.
However when I can, it’s so much nicer than driving even if it does make for a long day, as the views of the harbour are quite stunning on many mornings, and I get to hear birds waking up on the Fernleigh Track while riding with the sound of fallen leaves rustling in my slipstream.
The ride home is harder as I have to deal with more city traffic, as well as the steepest hills on the last leg, and falling darkness at this time of year. There is a feeling of tired accomplishment on arriving home, without the mental stress of the many traffic light queue stops I face when travelling by car – and how many photos would I have taken from my car ?
But while my legs may tell me to take a break the next morning, I consider the extra time taken as offsetting the long rides I would have to take on my days off to maintain a level of fitness, and I can do other things like my bike recycling without feeling stressed or frustrated.
Like riding a bike itself, life is all about keeping a balance.
Happy Cycling !