Ode to a Headwind
HEADWIND, how you frustrate me. You visit without warning in all seasons.
You turn a fun time into suffering. You change direction without warning. Swirling, confusing.
In SUMMER, you bring the hot dry desert to greet me as I walk out the door to ride.
Thirst and weariness always by my side. Dust and dirt worn with pride.
In WINTER, you sneakily invite the Antarctic spirits along for the ride.
Icicles and frostbite ripping at me, destroying my soul. In winter you take a toll.
In SPRING, you howl and whistle all around me, invading every space, disturbing every peace.
Your gale force beckons fears and nightmares. Felling trees. You have no cares.
In AUTUMN, the chill is in your breath. Pushing me. Compelling me. Exerting force.
You face me on the open hill. A reminder that change is inevitable.
HEADWIND – you are a force. Meet me face to face or back and forth.
Strength training is all I need. Ensuring power is matched with speed.
But, OH HEADWIND, honoured be your cause. The summer flies are no match for thee.
Gladly I face you as I ride east. Goddam flies! Pesky beasts!
Discovering mountain biking as life’s ultimate parallel universe in her middle age, Kathryn Walton shares information and reflections in Daisy Spoke that connect, inspire and self-empower women to make healthy choices for themselves.