This season I have committed to riding my bike 1,500 miles. At this point I’m over the halfway mark at almost 800 miles. I can already feel the difference. I feel stronger both mentally and physically. My legs are taking a nice shape and my muscles are becoming more defined. It feels good.
Yet, there are moments when I’m climbing that I can’t help but feel like I’m actually getting slower. Is this my imagination or has my definition of fast become so yesterday?
This has happened to me a lot through the years with music as well. I get to a point where I’m really feeling good about my technique and my sound. Then all of a sudden it’s like I don’t even know my instrument anymore and no matter how hard I try I can’t even keep the darn thing in tune.
Is it some higher being just reminding me that I’ll never be Lance Armstrong or Liz Carroll. Or is it just the trials and tribulations of working hard to be good at what you love. Either way, I just keep pushing through. I give myself some leeway to ride slow and play badly knowing that tomorrow is a new day.