While biking inside, I growl and groan,
“This is so BORING, I sigh and moan,”
Then I hear that nudge,
And I think “Oh, fudge!
I must step beyond my comfort zone!”
Good start for my day is “bike-moving.”
It sorts out my mind so it’s grooving.
Add in that it’s fun,
And when I am done,
My outlook’s already improving!
When needing to make a decision,
Your mind provides you with a vision;
Of outcome that’s best.
You don’t know the rest!
Your guess is the closest precision.
When all things show up in your favor,
It’s easy to take in and savor,
Without saying “why,”
And why would you try?
Just soak up the day’s special “flavor.”
When you ride a trail with directions,
Expecting the signs as reflections,
Of where you will go,
And then it’s not so,
You’re likely to have some objections.
When met with a sign saying “detour,”
One juggles what’s said with the allure,
Of making it through.
But it might be true,
You’d find yourself stranded, so be sure!
When you are assessing directions
Remember to “damp down” corrections.
The names that you know,
May only be so,
If matching the speaker’s connections.
When riding conditions are “stellar,”
It seems that there is nothing “sweller,”
Than riding your bike!
It is what you like,
Described as a glowing bestseller.
The words you are sending or saying
Regarding some working or playing
Can perk up and cheer
The one who will hear
Your words may encourage their “staying.”
Activities, plus time for biking,
Variety—that I am liking.
It is very true,
That what you can do,
Depends on the balance you’re striking.
A challenge that comes when I’m riding,
Can often be solved by deciding,
To do just a bit.
Whatever will fit
To buck up resolve and stop hiding.
Biking with head-winds for hours,
I know of restorative powers.
Blooms do give me hope,
A way I can cope.
The power of beautiful flowers.