Come Right Back I just Can't Bear it....

So I ask myself while I cycle; why the need to go fast?

Why the need to "just go a bit faster?"

Why the urge to pedal so hard, and increase my breathing to go along with the speed of my feet?

There seems to be no reason, just an inbuilt drive to go as fast as I can, and even when I slow down, to check a flower, or a rabbit, or a bird, I pedal twice as fast when I start again to "make up time".

This was my view tonight, when I jumped (and I use the phrase loosely) from my bike, after a super fast cycle in the very, hot, sun.

I went from bike, to trampoline,and collapsed in a sweating heap.

I shouted hello to my Honey, and lay on my back, and pretended I was observing the birdies in the sky and not just trying to breathe again. the little house martins were swinging about all over the place, and six or seven seagulls were floating on a thermal way high up in the sky, ever drifting higher without moving their wings.

After ten minutes, I shouted my honey again. I was stuck flat on my back.

He pulled me upright from my prone position, and left me sitting on my butt on the edge of the trampoline.

As he walked back to the house, I leaned forward to pick all my stuff up, (which I had scattered around me when I disembarked), and artistically rolled flat on to my elbows, face down on the grass.

Oh how we laughed!


PS - Mam is okay, I have been driving her completely insane with text all day just "checking.