Happy New Year!
I began this year with a whole wheat bagel from Lots o Bagels. I brought another of their whole wheat bagels on my first ride of the year, to Point Lookout: a 120 kilometer (72 mile) round trip.
That, after ending last year with 140 kilometer ride to and from Connecticut. I encountered more traffic than I anticipated, but at least most of them, I assume, hadn’t begun to drink.
The moral of this post? The best way to begin or end is to ride.
Hmm...Does that apply to the book I’m writing?
You know all of the most common New Year's Resolutions: go on a diet, drink less, stop smoking, learn a foreign language, get a better job (or start a new career or business), return to school, be nicer to people-- and never, ever make a New Year's Resolution ever again.
You've probably made at least one of these at some point or another in your life--or when the clock struck midnight the other night. ("I will stop drinking," she said while sipping champagne.) And, if you're typical, it lasted about two weeks.
Somehow I think cycling-related resolutions last longer. Usually, they involve riding more or doing more challenging--or simply different kinds of--rides. People who make such resolutions are, typically, already cycling (or are motivated to do so) and have riding partners or belong to cycling clubs. Common sense and basic psychology (Believe it or not, they're not mutually exclusive!) tell us it's easier to stick with something you're already doing than to start it, than it is to start something and keep moving ahead with it when we encounter the first "bump in the road".
Another reason, I think, cycling-related resolutions made by cyclists are more likely to be kept is that tend to be more specific than something like, "I will be a kinder person". That doesn't surprise me: Over the years, I've noticed that students who have a specific or particular goal, whether it's becoming an accountant, auteur or anaesthesiologist, are more likely to stay in school and complete their degrees than those who have some vague sense that they need a degree to get a job that pays well (an increasingly dubious proposition these days) or because their parents, friends or communities want them to become an "educated" person.
Now I'll confess that I didn't make any resolution, cycling- related or otherwise. In fact, I haven't made one in a long time. If I recall correctly, I made my last resolution before I discovered this poem:
For The Coming Year
--by Peter Everwine
With the stars
rising again in my han
Let my left arm be a rooster
it will keep the watches of the night
And let my right arm be an axe
it will be sleepless in the gate of morning
When I fold them to me
they will take things into their circle
They will sing softly to each other
softly
