These are difficult times for me at present, as I attempt to increase my exercise workload and get confident enough to do a 50 mile cycling event in June. It’s not that far away, especially with the weather outside reminding me of the first time I went to the Eroica event in Derbyshire. That was horizontal rain and a muddy, horrible weekend. Last year was sunshine and riding in a 1950’s dress and skirt… I’m not sure what 2018 will bring but if I want to beat the 25 miles I managed then, I need to be more fit than I am now.
This needs a fundamental reorganisation of mental and physical capacity, and I am struggling. This poem is a reminder that I have an awful learning curve, but it will happen in the end…
Learning Curve
It begins very small
A scintilla of hope:
Growing quietly, within
Letting consciousness cope.
Take one step at a time
Don’t get hung up on style,
And the goal that you seek
Will be yours, in a while.
Learning methods, new skills
To consider and grasp:
Obsessing on details,
Instructions, far too fast.
Instead, take a moment,
An objective retreat:
Plan out the way forward
Mark this task to complete.
This journey won’t break you
But might challenge your soul:
Allow body some space,
Finally become whole.
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