Monday, June 25, 2012
The week is a mountain
That's what it seems like. I start up on Monday morning. On a bike. It's not just pushing the pedals, plod. plod, plod on a winding interstate through Colorado. It's a back road. Potholes to watch out for. An occasional falling rock to dodge. An few level stretches where the going is easier - briefly. But mostly uphill. Struggling to get past this next turn.
But then, and it's almost surprising to discover, every time, the week is ending and I'm at the top, I can just coast down through the weekend. There are some uphill stretches, but they mostly feel good, using the muscles.
Sometime Sunday night I notice. I'm looking at another mountain. Waiting for me in the morning.