Cycling Therapy: On the Eve of My First S24O*

 I've been battered. Not deep fried, the type of battering when a partner seeks to self-justify having a sly affair and being uncool before ejecting from a relationship of three decades. I resume sole parenting of two senior teens with private aches and bouts of hurtful expression. 

Cycling is my therapy. Riding along creamy sand beaches in drizzle; no one can see my tears. Or hear me howling delightfully as the passed is shed as I gorge on nature's pure energy. I read my sand trail; a singular, regular, treadular trace. Aligned, I am in harmony. Skimming over the sands of my childhood, flickers of carefree images emerge freely from the drizzle. Gulls rising weightless on the sea wind, arc away as my fatbike and I roll by. 


*S24O is fatbike for a Sub 24 hour Overnight ride. 

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