recumbentpanda wrote:My response is to ride with an inane grin (it comes naturally on a recumbent, especially if, like me, you are inane. )
If a panda came riding towards me on a recumbent with an inane grin on its face, clutching a bunch of bamboo leaves in one hand and waving with the other, I don't think I'd have the presence of mind to wave back.
661-Pete wrote:I sometimes have 'bad days' when out cycling. These are days when I set myself wondering, what's the bloody point* in being out here at all? (those who understand depression will know what I mean).
Churchill said, "If you're going through hell, keep going!" I understand what you mean, I've been there, but there's even less point in not being out there. Trick is to keep going until there is a point, until the feeling passes, however long that takes. The year before last I'd had one of the worst days of my life, went out on the bike, a few miles into the run everything hurt, no energy, what was the point? Two hours later, nothing hurt, I felt I could go on forever, and I couldn't understand the way I'd felt two hours before. Don't know how or why that happens, it just does, provided you keep going.