On my bike

I found some writing in an old notebook; I’m going to use it now.

Most people are well aware that movement and/or being outside improves their mood. In an Alexander sense, allow your environment to support you and help you lighten up a little.

I’m on my bike, blinded by tears.

That’s no good. I need to see; I need to breathe.

Letting my head be welcomed by the sky and my bones settle on the saddle I start to feel calmer. Now I can see the road ahead while my back smiles at the road already travelled. My shoulders widen as I take up the space I need, lungs expanding with every in-breath. I imagine a protective force field around me, pulsating as I pedal. My hands rest lightly on the handlebars ready to move to the brakes when necessary, but for now quietly waiting. As each leg pushes down on the pedal, I enjoy the uplifting surge of energy taking me forward and up, along the open road, away from the hurt.

Unfortunately my difficulties won’t miraculously dissipate during my bike ride, but when I return I’ll feel better equipped to deal with the situation. I’ll be soothed by the rhythm of pedalling and my whole body will be oxygenated. The vastness of the landscape will help put my problems into perspective. I’ll feel lighter and more connected within myself, better able to stop the stress creeping into my body and tying me in knots.