I am going to work hard on my trainer this winter, for I love my bike and the trainer as hard as I loathe and detest the evil Dreadmill. I will run outside, come hell or high water or ice or snow. Well, actually, I will run outside on cloudy or sunny days when the temps are between 30 and 105 Fahrenheit. I'm wimpy like that. But it gets me my running mileage! I need my bike though. Without bikes, the tension just builds and builds. Riding my bike- indoors or outdoors- is like a giant shot of happy and calm and mellow. It's like some switch gets flipped and I believe in all things good on a bike. Except for the parts where I'm going up a hill or pushing a hard gear and there's all the swearing...
Stress wise, things are actually pretty good. The things that we needed to improve have improved, and I hope we are in the last stage of M's job hunt. But I was so tightly wound for so long, I'm finding it's actually quite difficult to release the anxiety. It was balled up in little knots in my shoulders, clicking through the stiff joints and nestling in the painful spot under my collar bone. The stress of the last year dug so deep I clenched a permanent gash into my gum- the dentist has me applying ointments to it to help it heal, but I still catch myself clenching.
And it's all too easy to head straight back into Terror Territory. The smallest car rattle terrifies me. Every receipt from the store makes me worry. Every cat sniffle had me frantic that I haven't found a vet yet. I have to take a moment to remind myself: the car is under warranty, we are tracking our budget carefully and have been as frugal as possible throughout this whole 16 month process of fellowships, separation, and moving.
I'd been so anxious and stressed for so long that I'd forgotten how to be relaxed and mellow. I think I'm going to work on that this year, and I might need some help. Whether I choose to work with a therapist or a spiritual director or a guru, it is helpful for me to have homework to work on. I wonder how this will go over, being released into the wild. I don't usually talk about my anxiety issues. But I am always trying to get the message out that strong people also sometimes need a helping hand. So I'm going to turn on "Lean On Me" on repeat and use the "Everything Is Going to Be OK" graphic that I see everywhere as Ipad wallpaper. Learning how to mellow will be a new life skill.
It was very good to bust out the trainer. I miss my bike tribe. I miss being able to fall out of bed and be riding through wild country 20 minutes later. There's no wild country or easy escape here in the Big City. But with the Badass on its trainer, I can dream of the days when these sissy Virginians will go back outside. Speaking of which, I always see bikes on the W&OD train, right near work, but I don't want to look like Stalker Girl, so I resist the urge to run up to them and ask who they ride with and where they take their bikes.
Barre3 was all core today. Good for me. Being back on the Badass highlighted how lazy I've been with core work, and I really, really need it.
I made a fantastic lemon lentil soup for dinner- I do love lemon in things. I should just buy them in bulk instead of two or three at a time. That just doesn't last me a week. We also recently picked up a Brita pitcher after realizing (when my dad refused to drink water) that the chlorine taste from the tap wasn't just us. It makes a HUGE difference in our milks and bean cooking so far.
Overall, we are stumbling towards stability. We still have a ways to go, but I think by this time next year, we will be solid.