Summer is such a crazy time in our house! Boosk is on summer vacation and it is also B and I’s most busy times of the year at work. So I have been working mad crazy hours and when I am not trying to catch up on sleep, spend as much time outside with Boosk, and go to meetings.
I hit 6 months sober on the 11th of this month.
It is crazy. I am diagnosed BiPolar and it is just insane how being sober allows me to feel and be more aware of my manic and depressive states. I have the sound mind to know when I am in a depressive state and tell myself that it will be over soon. It also makes them less intense, which I am a big fan of.
I got into a wicked bike accident a week ago. My brakes failed and I bashed up my leg and ankle pretty bad. It all ended well though as I got a new bike out of the deal.
I also have been busy with a project that is pretty near and dear to my heart and soul. I have mentioned before I work in a bar and am in sobriety court and am trying to maintain my sobriety and recovery. Very many well meaning people have told me that I will have to leave my industry to fully recover. That being surrounded by alcohol will not allow me to recovery 100%. So I started a bar/restaurant recovery group.
It is a faith free recovery group for people surrounded by alcohol on the daily that are trying to achieve and maintain sobriety. Our first meeting is at the end of this month and I have gotten so much response from it already! People are sharing it like crazy. I got interviewed by the local webzine.
I AM SO EXCITED.
But alas, I just realized I have cheese in my hair and have to be to work soon.
I am trying to get my life together and see the good in being sober.
And most of the time I succeed.
But sometimes when I am letting my mind wander “how much longer” will pop up in bold font and assault me for all its worth.
“When will this sentence end”
“When do we get to join those people at the bar again”
“When do we get to get day drunk again”
Sometimes the thoughts are so strong they result in a physical manifestation. I will get hit by them so hard I stop dead in my tracks like I just got sucker punched. In those seconds it is hard to rationalize why I am sober. I see my old drinking buddies sitting in my old spot. Laughing, having fun. Like I used to. And in that second all I can think about is how miserable I am. How stressed and anxious. And how just one beer will fix it all. Thankfully they normally pass quickly. And I remember how amazing my body feels, how much hangovers suck, and go back to being my happy self.
But man, those seconds…
I have been slacking on my fitness due to the move. It is time to start getting back at it. Bike riding everywhere and morning runs. Endorphins always make me feel better.
when i decided to forgo the car in the spring, summer, and fall months as my main way to work i did a ton of research.
– what kind of bike did i need?
– tips and tricks from hard core bikers?
– what kind of gear did i need?
– what about rain/snow/sleet/shine (hey, i’m from michigan, those all happen in one day!)?
every blog i read was from people who’s job required them to sit at a desk. so the fact that they rode 10+ miles to work was kind of moot.
i am a server. my whole 10 hour shift is spent on my feet and running around like a crazy person and sometimes like a chicken with my head cut off. not one blog covered “how to bike commute when your job is active”. the tips and tricks and what gear parts of everything i read was great. they didn’t however, tell you that after working for 10 hours and getting out at 3am that you would be 100% exhausted and you still have to get yourself and your bike home. so here is what i learned from my year of bike commuting while being a server.
– the first month sucks –
you are still getting used to riding any semblance of distance. your butt and crotch area take some getting used to that bike saddle. and learning to deal with traffic (read the bike laws in your area!) in not fun. also finding the right gears that are comfortable for you take some time.
– you will have more energy –
after biking for a few weeks i realized i was way more peppy when i got to work and the energy lasted much longer through my shift. as elle woods said “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.” or in this case coworkers.
– 3am is not as scary as it seems –
i have rode home at all hours from midnight to 4am. and honestly anytime after 2am is less scary and safer i think. all the drunk people are safely home and off the streets. it is quiet and calm and sometimes you can start to hear the birds waking up!
– there will be nights that you dread that ride home –
it’s a friday night and there was a concert in town. you did 2500$ in sales and your feet feel like they are going to fall off. yeah, i’ve been there. and the last thing you want to worry about if riding home. you have some options. a) leave your bike at work and uber, get a ride, take a cab home. or b) hop on your bike and take your frustrations of the night out on the streets. chances are if you chose b that before you get half way home you will feel a hundred times better.
– you will want to drink/smoke less –
i’ve ridden home half drunk after smoking a pack of cigarettes. i have ridden to work so hungover i have had to stop to throw up. neither of them are fun. or safe. that beer and smoke after work seems like too much work when you remember that you have to get your bike home. and even if you decide to have them, you won’t want to get drunk because you will never forget the first time you crash into a stand still object because you were too drunk to see it.
even after all that, i love bike commuting. i save a ton of money on gas and parking. it’s fun, and hell, if you miss a day at the gym, you still have that bike commute to get some cardio in.