returning to overwhelming lists

and the power of blooming buttocks

After a week away visiting my mother in law and working on her house I landed back in reality.

Home.

The list.

All of the things.

The work.

The yard.

The chickens.

The bike.

The family.

The activities.

Reality can be really overwhelming.

What to do?

Panic and get manic for at least a couple of days.

After that?

Have a small implosion. Break something - yesterday I smashed some rocks with a heavy hammer.

It was productive destruction. The rock was in the way of where a fence post needs to go.

But now?

Now I’m getting back on the bike.

Training for the next epic ride with Zeke.

200 miles in 24 hours.

It’s a process of going slow and steady.

So today I’ll do a training ride - slow and steady.

And hopefully some of that training spills over into all of the other overwhelming stuff.

Being overwhelmed is a pain in the arse, riding a long distance gives you a sore arse.

Either way, it’s a bummer.

Enjoy the bumps, they’ll make the piles more majestic when the explode.