I think it was Don Quixote who said that we all have a special place where we feel most comfortable, relaxed and, at peace. That may be a favourite chair on the front porch, a familiar walk in the local forest or, for the cyclists amongst us, a particularly scenic hill climb. It can be anywhere. I have several and, if pressed, one very special one.
As I transition into retirement, I cycle more, retrace favourite rides, discover new ones and uncover new places to relax. During the day, my eyes are on the news, my fingers tap the keyboard, my ears listen to Sonza.com and my feet are clipped in. I start the day with a cup of black, drip coffee watching the national news. After a shower, I pack up and ride to the library (or office) to work for several hours. When I need a break, I cycle to the club for a workout and then head to the local JJBean cafe for a vegetarian wrap and another cup of coffee. As the days lengthen and warm, I have begun substituting visits to the gym with laps around Stanley Park on one of the road bikes. And, as the weather improves, I transition from the commuter to the road bikes.
Thats my work day.
I am beginning to connect the dots; to realize what I enjoy most and where that special place is. That place where I am most relaxed and at peace. Where is that place? It’s straddling my fi’zi:k, clipped into the pedals, discovering new places, making new friends and, learning something new. That’s my place.
Where is your special place?