Times are tough nowadays. Sometimes I really feel like I never came back from HK. Went for a solo 5 hour trip to Mornington the day before. I can't really feel my legs. You know what, scratch that. I feel them screaming each time I go up the stairs. That ride wasn't too bad though. It's rides like these that make me think: Before this, when was the last time you actually spent 5 hours on your own, with absolutely no social contact? (cue Guns and Roses - November Rain) I had strange urges to listen to Behind Blue Eyes during the ride back.
I asked a certain friend of mine on whether he though I was bragging to him each time I told him I went a little further, perhaps a little faster. He said yeah it definitely could be misconstrued, depending on the audience and the context. He added that unless your listeners aren't athletes, they wouldn't be able to fully appreciate the kind of joy and pain that comes with cycling (or any other sport for that matter). But being the ex-school runner, he was simply happy to know I've reached new heights.
It's good to know I'm right up there in the Singaporean cycling scene. It's good to know the form I have 6 months ago is nothing compared to what I am now. It's even more awesome when I've done all that while rehabilitating my left knee injury. The thing that takes the cake though, is all the friends and support I have, walking me through out this tiring 6 months.
You know all too well who you guys are. Just wanna say a big thank you.
