rain bike

thoughts

Sometimes my heart breaks and my throat chokes up when i have memories of you. It’ll be a small thing like tonight i was walking with my bike in the rain and all i could remember was one of the last times i spoke to you in real life. That time i biked all the way to your house because I needed to have some closure. But after talking in your backyard for a bit, it started raining. I just remember waiting for my bus with you and I remember you giving me a hug for the very last time. At that moment…I didn’t feel anything so I knew I was over you. But in my head it seems so sad. Like we were really giving it all up and I cant believe I didn’t cry in the rain. 

It’s hard to recollect the things I felt for you. But because I pushed all of them away, they keep coming back in bursts and I hate it because I know I’m over you but the part of my heart that still cares breaks a thousand times more because of these memories. 

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Hi friends!! Sorry I’m bad at updating when I’m not training haha

Things have been good though! I’ve started running regularly again, although keeping it short and easy for now. I went to the group run on Wednesday this week and thankfully it was just a group run and not speed work :)

I’ve also been trying to bike more, but the weather here has been shit lately, so that makes things harder. But hopefully that changes soon!

This weekend the town that I live in had a bike festival for the 14th year. It’s a great weekend full of all kinds of biking! I watched a few crit races today and some BMX stuff yesterday. I love this festival because it gets people learning about biking and helps promote a safe bike environment :)

And that’s about all I’ve been up to! Nothing too exciting :)

Humans are weird rain

I was biking home to and from work one day and it was raining HARD the whole day. Unfortunately I couldn’t find bus fare so I had to bike the weird thing was that I saw a bunch of people biking and walking in this same storm that got me thinking on how we tell Mother Nature to suck it on such a frequent basis that we don’t think it that weird to go out where we are cold and miserable and just shrug it off
I want to see a story that plays on that

Alone at last.

So this is what it feels like to be alone:

Not the noisily alone

In your room with a dinner party down below –

This is the day after a storm,

When the trees bow their boughs,

Burdened with the unbearable weight

Of a night of whiplashing deluge,

Silently listening to the solemn solitude of a

Crestfallen, ancient woods, where

Not a living breath is issued, but for

The watching souls of the trees.

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The bow-trunked birches of Berkshire,

Suffering from their sordid soil

Would bend backwards for only an ounce

Of usable water and perfect dirt.

Instead, only a pitiful selection of things to give sustenance –

The poor’s libation, and the beggar’s mud

Which topples ever into the swallowing marsh around.