riding not writing

January was a doddle. Riding and writing have little competition in January. In February they compete with work, my one-man business, injury, diminishing daylight, a holiday, and apathy.

March sees me back on the bike but not at the keyboard. The first ride for so long is out to the eucy farm—47.2kms at 28.9kph. I feel good, spin the pedals, but it’s dead flat. The next two days I do a couple of half-loops of Bendigo town—35.6kms at 26.4kph and 30.23kms at 26.9kph.

A couple of days later I spin out to Mandurang South—42.09 at 27.1kph, giving me a weekly total of 155kms. It’s short of the 200 I’m aiming for, but after a February’s lay-off, I’m happy with it. And happy that I’m getting back into the riding groove.

But I’m not at the keyboard. I am walking the dog and writing pieces in my head every day, but I can’t find the time to write and they don’t make it to print. All those great ideas, the bon mots, the nice one-liners, and the pithy bits of philosophising. They vanish.