Cycling is like life. Cycling with no goal is meaningless. What meaning is there cycling in circles? Or living aimlessly? Meaning comes from direction and destination. Join me in my life's journey on a mountain bike :)

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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Barrier to entry

Nov distance: 94 km

Woodlands, 53 km. I'm in such a rush, I forget to fill my water bottle. I never thought I'd look forward to a ride when I've halved my ride frequency this year, from weekly to fortnightly. It doesn't help that I need to work all of this weekend, so I squeeze some time to cycle.

The road that leads to the highest point on the route is now barred. An insect buzzes and crashes into my cheek. Another, fortunately much smaller, ends up in my throat.

A 2.5 hour ride now seems long, though I used to cycle thrice that duration, nay, even all night.

I finish the ride anyway. When there's no choice, there's but one thing to do: endure.

Saturday, November 09, 2013

Opposing thoughts

Seletar, 41 km. Lately, I know I should cycle but I don't. Instead, I veg out. Today, I feel I should veg out, but I don't. Instead, I head out. As my wheels roll, my face spontaneously crinkles into a smile. Seeing a muti-storey carpark, I go up all the little ramps I can find.

I also proceed along a dimly-lit road. It looks interesting, but I have a sense of foreboding instead of exploring. This feels like dastardly doggy country, so I turn back to the bright lights.

As I cycle here and there on a whim, I find that I've found a new loop. It's not a long loop, but it's something. And if I do the loop, it'll keep the mould away from my Brooks saddle.