When riding, as in Life, one often thinks of Their Space. While walking, that space is more often than not where your two feet are planted: step-air-step-air-step-air-step. While riding, the Cycler more often than no casts that space as their two wheels, and maybe a couple feet fore & aft/a few port & starboard: pedal-wheel-turns-pedal-wheel-turns-pedal-pedal-pedal. In Life, that person often feels their existence is 50% driven & realized, where they are at currently [literally, physically], and pair that with 25% memories of their past & 25% thoughts toward their future [dreams, plans, goals, schemes]: Live-Think-Act-Plan-React-Live-Think-Act-Plan-React.
One of my absolutely favorite spaces to place [find?] myself in is this: on the bike, eyes slightly cast for/occasionally aft but mostly downish-toward my stem/bars & front wheel... sometimes, my feet. How amazing really: watching those two things go around, and around, and around. And thru that: momentum, inertia, movement. Toward something? A goal, a plan, the future... maybe even the past.
Here, up ahead, comes that hill again. First 100 or so yards, steam, real steam. Desire and Jones. Next 200... man, gravity, Mama Earth throwin' her Grand Plan at your Steam. Hurts, a lil'... A Lot. Sure, I can ease up... and hey, I'll have to soon enough, but for now, juice/Juice. Of course she always wins, she always can outlast me and my type. She laughs in the end, but I'd bet she would wink a small nod of "Hey, that dumb mother!$@ker comes back each & every day, gotta give him some thing for that too". I hope she knows I'm trying the impossible [what, I'm not sure of... maybe that some day, somehow, I'll climb her as fast as I can descend her with a stiff tailwind? Maybe I am that thick].
Top of the hill... duality: 'Man, I feel beat-down" mixed with a pinch of 'That's never as bad as it seems looking up from the bottom'. Why do I think that every time?? Dunno, but I always do.
Check my feet, yep still attached and pumping, and damn-they do their thing easier than my brain, heart & larger muscles. I envy the attachment of Feet.
No, I own that space and that place. My space is near the looking half-over/half-behind the bars. A little stem, some wheel and a touch of road. I can pivot my shoulders, my head & maybe a few other things too... but where I place the hands & my eyes, that's My Space.
Of course there's The Ache too... serious ache. Ache for more, and for less. Ache for what's been lost and to never be recovered. Ache for how lost I was before I became found...
Aching for what's yet to find.
Keep Ridin'... Always