Where to begin? It’s been over three weeks now since I hit the end. The end of an epic journey that won’t compare with much else in my life – unless I do something equally or more-so stupendous. Which I may…
In a place and time where I have felt so complete and satisfied, I have simultaneously felt empty and bored. That’s not surprising, is it? You can’t ride an elephant across the width of India, then go back to pressure washing the deck on the weekend, before taking up an office job at 8.30am Monday, and feel invigorated throughout. That would just be weird.
These past three weeks have allowed me to enjoy, reflect, think and plan. I think I now know what is next. No, I don’t. Nobody knows what’s next, that’s what makes it so bloody exciting, this life thing! But, I’ve got some good ideas and some bad ideas and ideas are what count in this world. Don’t go too far, mind! Having too many ideas can make you muddled, like one of those secretly-gay anti-marriage-equality-campaigning homophobic religious leaders. I, fortunately, just have a few ideas.
I’ve given up coffee. I’ve only had two (make that three) cups in a week, after I overdosed on Karajoz and nearly didn’t complete a single item on my daily task list. Fortunately, one of the items on the list was “make a cup of coffee”, so I was well covered. Bike Ride allowed me to drink all the coffee I could get my hands on without consequence. I would even go crazy and have one in the afternoon or, on special occasions, in the evening like an addict. These days, I stay put a lot, so coffee is evil. I can’t sit still at the best of times, without implanting 1/3 of the Supercity’s caffeine reserves inside me and expecting me to plonk down with my laptop chum and be productive. So, I have gone cold turkey and only relapsed twice (three times). It’s okay, though, as to compensate, I’ve been drinking lots of really strong cups of tea and focusing my hyperactivity into my lower left leg and ankle. I might learn to drum.
During my more productive moments, I began tinkering with my CV. I had to get it down from the attic first and give it a once over with the Dustbuster that I wasted all those FlyBuys points on years ago. Other handheld vacuum cleaners and shopping loyalty schemes are available, but nothing compares to the utter weak-suck of an actual Dustbuster. I wasn’t impressed with my circa 2009 CV and tutted disapprovingly at a lot of the ancient wording. It’s true what they don’t say: the old you can never keep up with the new you!
Friends have also played a big part in these weeks since finishing Bike Ride. I have seen a lot of people and it’s been great catching up. It’s been over eight months and many of their lives have all progressed and changed, while I have been focussing on one big singular project and moving several kilometres a day, every day. I feel like my brain and its knowledge of my friends’ lives has been frozen in time. I’ve now unfrozen it and have been discovering all the changes that have gone down while I was iced out. Eight months is a long time – it’s 2/3 of a whole year. Along with wanting to know extremely specific details about my journey, all have come at me with one common query: “What now?” “Produce videos and write the book” has been my stock response and I have echoed this in my actions. One video and a number of optional opening paragraphs are down. Go me.
In summary, my life has become a mixture of having to come down from an epic life achievement, give up stimulants, find some work and pay some bills, hold on to the memories of what I achieved, sort photos and videos into neat little piles on the carpet and plan and begin writing a book. Riding a 40kg bike for eight hours a day was easier.