Sometimes a Little Rest for the Wicked …
By Jason Harrod
The holidays have come and gone in a turkey, cookie and libation infused fog. I like the holidays, like to see my children’s smiling faces as they tear open their gifts. I like to visit with my family that I probably see too little of, but I honestly have to admit that I like the holidays a little more once they have passed.
I have been sick for last nine days. I have tried to ride through the sickness, as is my usual modus operandi, but it has failed me this go round. Every time I have set off on what I hoped would be a “blow out” ride the skies have yawned and let drop the most egregious of downpours I have witnessed in a long time. I have stayed true and ridden through these deluges only to experience the grandest chain suck on the planet, not to mention lungs filled with phlegm and head that feels as if a good blood-letting might indeed be just the thing I need. So what did I do? I rested. There is even something written about resting in the Bible, no? If it’s good for the pious, it must be good for me.
I spent the days feeding my malaise and piling on the pounds. I read many great tomes and viewed many a horrible film. What has happened to Hollywood these days? Have they so much money they can produce immense amounts of garbage with nary a care? I have since decided to boycott the TV (unless it is football or bike racing) and the movie in favor of the book until … well … I change my mind; my intentions are good, I assure you. But the best part about the sickness, the fatness, the laziness is the rest. I feel rested for the first time in months. And with the rest comes a renewed inspiration for the bicycle. I am once again looking forward to really riding the bicycle.
I am certain that I have mentioned that I am a list guy. This year, though, I am making a resolution to make no resolutions and just be the best I can at whatever endeavor I attempt. There really is nothing else, right? Or is there? With that last little bit of pop non-philosophy, I think I know the best place to ponder the important, the lame, the nonsensical, the beautiful and that is on a bicycle. I am going for a ride. Happy New Year, All. See you in 2013.