My head has been swimming most of the day. I know I’m not physically sick but I have some theories about what’s wrong with me.
I rode my bike hard yesterday for over an hour. It’s been a long time since ta-pocketa and I have done that. I have a cool cycling computer from Polar that records stuff like speed, calories burned and heart rate. As well, it gives me my “recovery status”, showing the amount of stress I put on my body and how many days I should wait until I ride again. The results? “Extreme” and “3 days and 3 hours”. Ouch. That’s a long time.
Today is Day One of those three and my body feels heavy, like my internal organs have gravitated southward. No exercise today, thank you.
I’m in the midst of weaning myself off sleeping pills, something I’ve wanted to do for years. This week and next, I’m taking half a pill every day instead of a full one. Sleep has been short and interrupted. This morning, it felt like my brain was on a slow-motion treadmill. Conversations seemed to have big spaces in them. This afternoon I tried meditating (Good luck!) and then slipped beneath the covers for an hour. I was just as vacant upon arising.
I asked a woman to be my girlfriend last night, and she’ll answer when she’s ready to do so. Take your time, my friend. Many years ago, Jody told me that sometimes people would get curious about her, and visit her spiritually when everybody was sleeping. And later I noticed that, after I had done something unusual, my head would often get hot and sleep wouldn’t come. Well, last night felt pretty unusual and my head’s been hot. Could it be that I’ve had a few visitors?
So the mind is warm, absent and plodding. And so what? More seasons are on their way.