Sometimes I go through periods where I just don’t feel like riding bikes. I’ve come to realise that these periods are when I need to ride bikes most. Catch 22.
Everyone knows that the world is a better place after a bike ride.
Everyone knows that there’s no such thing as regretting going for a ride.
And yet it’s not uncommon or infrequent to just not feel like going for a ride even though you know it’d be good for you. You know full well it’s the one and only thing that will cure your melancholy malady. But you still don’t bother riding. It’s like avoiding medicine. And fun medicine at that.
I hereby dub this psychological state “Bike-Polar Disorder” (BPD).
I went through a recent bout of BPD and then I went (semi-forced) on a bike ride. And you know what? It cured me.
Not doubt my BPD will return at some point. And I’ll not bother going for a ride. Even despite looking back at this blog entry.
Such is the curse of Bike-Polar Disorder.