What a difference a day can make. Yesterday I felt unable to shed the workweek, yet today it was easy to become immersed in the canyon life. While I didn’t stay out long, the fifty or so miles were easy, swooping lines of enjoyment and the sensation they’ve left behind is a definite form of relaxation. Since getting back home, I keep wondering what really separates these two days? Is it possible that over the years my mind has simply been trained to understand that there is a difference between a Friday and a Saturday? Fundamentally both words represent identical twenty-four hour periods of time – yet with one there is a mental wall, a dividing line if you will, while the other holds no such distinction. Is that why it is possible to compartmentalize outside issues on one day but not another? Does that wall allow the mind to ‘escape’ or ‘refuel’?
Perhaps I’m looking for logic where none exists or maybe it is as simple as a good nights sleep versus a rockier one – I don’t know… But the idea certainly makes me curious and the more I mull it over, the more I wish I had the ability to mentally make every riding day a Saturday – no matter which actual day it was.
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