Rough Day at the Office? When in Doubt, Pedal It Out.
Yesterday was one rough day at the office. If I could have jumped through the phone and put a knot on someone’s melon, it would’ve been tempting. Thankfully, that’s quite impossible so I kept myself out of trouble.
The point is, by the time I got home and pulled into the driveway, I was wound up to a point I needed my head fixed. This isn’t hyperbole, it was certainly nothing to be worried about, but the adrenaline had been pumping so hard, for so long, I was on high alert for several almost ten hours, I had to get out on the bike. It’s the only thing that will burn that stuff up so I can sleep at night.
And so I readied my bike, got dressed and headed over to pick up Chucker. We rode. And once we got going, we rode fast. We started out quite slow…
In between efforts into the wind, I’d tell Chuck about what happened in my day and he’d tell me about his. My description was short and explored the colorful full range of the many uses of the “f” word.
And that’s when I looked down at my Garmin and saw we were doing 16 to 17-mph… into the wind. And we kept the hammer down. There were a couple of breaks after that, but just enough to catch the breath and it was right back on the gas again.
I pedaled that $#!+ of a day out.
On arriving home, I cleaned up and made myself some dinner. Mrs. Bgddy was off at a choir recital for our nephew. My wife wanted to surprise him by showing up (we weren’t invited), but I begged forgiveness so I could ride the angst off, so I was on my own.
I had a small supper, then cleaned the mud off the gravel bike, then I sat down to watch the Red Wings (hockey) game. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I slept like a baby last night. I woke up charged and ready to go…
And I just, through reasonable discussion, closed the deal that had me hung up yesterday.
My friends, “when in doubt, pedal it out” was ever thus.