Today is the day I sail to the Netherlands, for the biggest ride of my life…..except it’s not.
Today I rode alone, again.
From choice, on long distance events I ride alone…but, in ordinary times I can chat to people along the way, stop for coffee or lunch. I ride solo, but I’m not alone.
But this, this is different. This time I ride alone, surrounded by people that I can’t go near. No friends to enjoy the ride with, no coffee and cake, no long distance, no hugs on greeting.
I love riding, but I love my friends and their families being safe more, and so I will carry on riding alone, and feeling alone.
This will pass, I know it will. And hopefully all those that I know and love will still be here to enjoy the ride with me once more.
Stay safe everyone.
Riding solo is a choice for me. Normally I love a bit of solitude. Even now, in these times, I walk the streets at night, looking for the most peaceful place. I like to be alone with my thoughts, but during the day I miss the chatter. The people in my life make it what it is. They make me laugh, they make me think. We compare our minor moans and groans, and help each other out when we need to. But right now, today, they are not here. A snatched message here and there just doesn’t seem the same.
I know that this situation is necessary in the fight against this global illness, and I do not complain that things have had to change. This will ultimately saves lives.
But, right now, even the tough can feel weak. We all have our vulnerabilities, this seems to be mine.