It's now getting a lot colder, wetter and certainly windier here in Leeds which can only be an obvious sign of Winter approaching.
Wrapping up at it's finest; 4 layers consisting of jerseys, wind jackets and waterproofs, two pairs of gloves, thick socks and anything else you can find to have the slight hope of being somehow warm out on your bike for how many hours you'll be out for.
Nothing speaks gutted like the harsh realisation (especially uphill) of being greeted with a puncture. With numb hands and rain mixed with sweat in every place possible, it's hard to change an inner tube under 5 minutes - well, for me it is.
So far, in the time I've been back on my bike (not long at all) I think I've suffered around 6 punctures. One was walking with my bike to a turbo session. Long story short I found the culprit (a thorn) in my tyre which I was pleased to be rid of and hopefully that was the end of my puncture horrors.
Nope.
Puncture number 7 came today at the end of the ride but this time in my front wheel, by yet again, a thorn. Luckily there wasn't any rain which made the situation a little bit easier to laugh at. Mine and Jana's effort to repair the puncture was a valiant one, however we failed miserably, I would also like to thank Sian on her very useful input to the situation - taking pictures. This time my hands were that cold I couldn't even get the tyre back onto the wheel, therefore we drafted in two very kind men who fixed the puncture for me.
On the way back one of the men offered his back wheel to drag Sian, Jana and I up the Chevin and back into Headingley - little did we know that not only was he the wind barrier, but we were literally going at race pace which my legs weren't too pleased with. After the 4upTT we ended the ride at Bare Coffee with hot chocolates and cakes.
New tyres are the next on my list.
Anyone giving out free inner tubes?
Leah x
Saturday, 21 November 2015
Friday, 13 November 2015
Tomorrow will be better
It's hard to put in to words how you feel when there isn't an actual definition for it.
To quantify feelings is merely impossible. You can't possibly measure someone's emotions against another persons. Everyone is different. Everyone hurts in different ways, and we manage this completely different to the person you're sat next to.
Note that I've quickly hit the point of hurting. I haven't said that people celebrate, congratulate, or interact with others differently, which is true. However I'm pressing on the point of the deeper subject.
It's a shame that most of the time, we base our emotions around the people we spend our time with. It's normal, but when you think about it, it's quite sad. We don't (even though we are all self-centered in one way or another) spend enough time thinking about how we can make ourselves a better, happier person.
It's one thing to make someone laugh, but I don't think I've actually ever made someone happy. This doesn't mean I'm a selfish, completely self-centered person. I just don't fully understand myself what happiness is. Again, it's quite sad, but true. It doesn't upset me, it just makes me realise that something has to change. How can you possibly give someone the gift of happiness when you don't know where to start? I'm not implying that everyones role in life is to make others happy. However if you know that all you have to do is smile at someone to help them feel, then it's not exactly the hardest thing to do.
I'm saying this because I want to surround myself in the phenomenon of happiness. I hate feeling like I'm lacking something constantly. I feel like the moments of walking to school with the guilt of knowing you've forgotten something, but can't put your finger on what.
I've come to realise that, most things I do, is not necessarily to make others happy, but I try too hard to please people. They are two very different extremes. I find myself going out of my way in thinking that it's going to make someone like me more, which I now know is simply not the case. Honestly, it's draining.
I always stick by the phrase: Tomorrow will be better. I don't know why, but it seems to be the only thing that keeps me in order.
I don't ask for much, but if I could, I'd want to be careless. That's what would make me happy. I put the pressure of wanting to be liked over my actual feelings which isn't healthy. I over analyse simple situations, build false hope.
But from now on, I'm sticking to the phrase for real.
Tomorrow will be better.
To quantify feelings is merely impossible. You can't possibly measure someone's emotions against another persons. Everyone is different. Everyone hurts in different ways, and we manage this completely different to the person you're sat next to.
Note that I've quickly hit the point of hurting. I haven't said that people celebrate, congratulate, or interact with others differently, which is true. However I'm pressing on the point of the deeper subject.
It's a shame that most of the time, we base our emotions around the people we spend our time with. It's normal, but when you think about it, it's quite sad. We don't (even though we are all self-centered in one way or another) spend enough time thinking about how we can make ourselves a better, happier person.
It's one thing to make someone laugh, but I don't think I've actually ever made someone happy. This doesn't mean I'm a selfish, completely self-centered person. I just don't fully understand myself what happiness is. Again, it's quite sad, but true. It doesn't upset me, it just makes me realise that something has to change. How can you possibly give someone the gift of happiness when you don't know where to start? I'm not implying that everyones role in life is to make others happy. However if you know that all you have to do is smile at someone to help them feel, then it's not exactly the hardest thing to do.
I'm saying this because I want to surround myself in the phenomenon of happiness. I hate feeling like I'm lacking something constantly. I feel like the moments of walking to school with the guilt of knowing you've forgotten something, but can't put your finger on what.
I've come to realise that, most things I do, is not necessarily to make others happy, but I try too hard to please people. They are two very different extremes. I find myself going out of my way in thinking that it's going to make someone like me more, which I now know is simply not the case. Honestly, it's draining.
I always stick by the phrase: Tomorrow will be better. I don't know why, but it seems to be the only thing that keeps me in order.
I don't ask for much, but if I could, I'd want to be careless. That's what would make me happy. I put the pressure of wanting to be liked over my actual feelings which isn't healthy. I over analyse simple situations, build false hope.
But from now on, I'm sticking to the phrase for real.
Tomorrow will be better.
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