Today, I went cycling through the town.
Well, “through the town” is a bit of an exaggeration really, but traveling 9 kilometres non-stop did seem like traveling the length of the town to me. You see, I’m a very unathletic person.
Despite this, given a choice between walking, cycling, driving and flying I’d choose cycling anytime (unless flying is flying on a broomstick, of course).
You could think it’s rather boring: something we did when we were young and had nothing else to do but to me cycling is discovering: discovering new roads to the same old destination; discovering new shops at the same old markets or maybe if the ‘odds are in your favour’ discovering something about your own self ; only when you escape the ordinary can you discover something extraordinary.
I see the long stretches of time between leaving home and reaching back home as the time to sort my thoughts. The idea to write this blog and many others also came to me while cycling. Maybe it’s the company of Dauntless (my cycle) that is fairly favourable for my thought processes, but I would still attribute it to cycling.
Pedalling through crowded roads and lonely ones; busy markets and quiet colonies; scarce, small patches of greenery and seemingly never ending expanses under the blazing sun; areas where the rich live in their palatial mansions and where the poor reside in their humble dwellings and for reasons beyond maintaining your body is happiness to me. A happiness I often equate with freedom.