“Here I sit, brokenhearted…” starts a famous refrain from childhood memories. Well, I need to amend that a bit. I am brokenhearted, and here I sit trying to write something about a Trikke when I haven’t seen my own for a few weeks. Don’t worry she’s not out in the weather somewhere, rusting like my bike. She is kept dry and under a roof at the local Bikestation here in Long Beach, California.
I go visit her sometimes, mount her for a few blocks, just to refresh the memory of my giddy flight along the beach bike path, which, at this point, seems like years ago. As much as I liked the thought of carving through the winter along the beach, I’m just not that tough. Not this year. So what are my problems? What is keeping me from her foot pegs? It’s from a lack of motivation and enthusiasm.
Maybe this post should be about excuses and reasons, but I wrote about that last slump and I want to stay positive about this battle inside my head. As I think about the subject matter, I realize one feeds into the other for me. My lack of motivation is stifling my enthusiasm for any activity. Then the procrastination I practice on a daily basis pals along. What a trio. So how does one trump the slump?
In reading up on a lack of motivation I found that this lack comes from many factors, some of which include procrastination (already mentioned), forgetting the importance of what I want to accomplish, thinking I don’t have time (or that it is too cold) before sunset and the main one – laziness.
So before I once again join the fit folks on the bike path, I need to overcome a few things, namely me, myself and I. What are the first steps in overcoming a challenge of that enormity? I need to disregard that voice in my head that says “I’d rather be napping.” I must realize that I can reprogram my mind at any time. I also need to remember what I gain and lose without activity then ask some hard questions like “what is important to me?”
In the coming days and weeks I will take my own advice by (re)focusing on my goals and dreams and do little things to help me find my way back to the right path, the one without gravel. That may mean taking a walk to the Bikestation, filling Black Birdie’s tires and riding her for a bit more than a few blocks.
I hear there is a warm-up coming and Southern California may once again resemble itself as the warm and inviting destination for all things Trikke. I won’t put my fitness off much longer now…