I wan’t to bike! I want to bike, I want to bike, I want to bike!!!!!!!!!
How is it possible to experience an almost unbearable urge to do something as trivial as biking? I’ve been off it for months! It should be out of my system! I’ve already written about proximity and urges, so I won’t go there again, but even though I theoretically understand why my body and soul reacts like this, I can’t really get it into my head. I mean, I am practically shivering. I can’t focus on work, I feel depressed, and I check the weather report more frantically than I do when Im about to ski (well, ok, that is almost impossible so perhaps just as fanatically). Tonight , I’ve been staring at webb sites showing trail descriptions and lousy mtb videos until my eyes got all dry and itchy. I’m even thinking of getting up at 5 am this Saturday in order to go to Ft Collins to work on a trail in pouring rain, just to get close to bike people that I don’t know. I think that the reason for why my stomach is a mess is because I’m so stressed up about the rain that keeps falling from the sky and the fact that I still don’t own a bike.
Ah. I think about sooo important things. Not starvation in Mali, not nuclear threats in North Korea, not the fact that a majority of women in South Africa has experienced sexual assault, not climate warming. No, no no, I get a stressed up stomach because of a bike. But Ah (again), soon, very soon, I will have one, and it is a beauty. This is what I’m aiming for:
I hate to admit it, but I’m such a material girl.