maberly

175km down!

Wild ride. Took me 12 hours of biking into the night.

Yesterday, the primary challenge came in the form of terrain: super rocky. This durastically slowed me down and crushed the flow of my ride.

Kind of a metaphor for this trip: I knew the terrain was going to slow me down, but not as much as it did. No matter how much planning you do, at a certain point you have to jump in.

Still exhausted.

Since Bowmanville, my energy levels have been low. I really should take a nap, but I’ve got another 90km to ride today into Ottawa. Once I get there I can rest… and figure out how I’m going to push through the immense ammount of rain that’s coming on Thursday and Friday.

My plan is to be back by Friday night. Latest Saturday.

I have not forgotten where this trip started.

I know when I’m back in Montreal, there will be lots more work to do embrace change.

It’s hard to.

In Warsaw, I spent a large amount of time avoiding and resultantly felt quite helpless.

Easy to bury:

I woke up to the source of a lot of my pain before I left. I have very rareky known unconditional love. This has hurt for a long time. Though, I was strong enough to see through my own defenses. There is more on the otherside. There is better places to chanel attention than on trying to change others. Or wishing that something went differerntly. I am strong and feel ready to move forward. But that means breaking away from what is comfortable (though comfort is so tempting). It’s easy to turn off when you are surronded by endless stimutlation and live in a world that thrives on your mindless consumption.

It’s convuluted for a moment and than it’s clear.

All I have to do is get back on that saddle and ride another 90km.

In Perth, wishing I had more time to kick it. Think I will be back. Thank you to Danielle for the bed in Maberly. Greatful for this weather and conversations with strangers.