A Return from Depression

A while ago I got myself into a bit of anatomy trouble.


I fractured my ribs. Made a nice crack in most of them in my right side.


Okay, getting way ahead of myself.


In my EXS125 class, exercise science, I had to do a semester project.
Mine was to get more fit to get a better time trial personal record.
At the time, I was able to cycle a good thirty miles per hour.


People don't like to believe me, but other cyclist called me the red bullet.
I have a red and white bike, but I always wore red when doing a time trial.
I would constantly out perform most cyclist and they gave me that title.


Then at the end of the semester I improved a good amount, two miles per hour more.
That might not sound like a big difference, but it is. Trust me.


One day after a ride, I "fell" off of my bike.
I ended up fracturing my ribs and all of my hard work went down the drain.
This set off my depression.
Everything was in my reach.
Finally having a confident time to enter a big time race and having the chance to win.
Taken from me in a few seconds.


It's been three months since I've gotten on my bike.
When I did.
It was as though the world became quiet.


All of my past issues were suddenly gone.
All of the abuse given and taken.
The crying and anguish.
Loneliness.
For that time.


Silenced.


Now I'm back in classes.
Have a steady job.
And my passion for cycling has come back.


One thing I learned.
Motivation can only get you so far.
Discipline can get you farther.


During this time of wanting to get away from my bike.
I said I quit.
I believe I posted something about it one here.


Don't be like that.
Don't think like that.
Don't pity yourself.
Don't try to live on motivation.
Live for a purpose.


My purpose?
Christ.