Yesterday I rode up Hornsey Rise (quite a hill at the end of a long day), behind a guy cycling very slowly. Normally I like to ride as fast as I can up this hill, my theory being that the pain wont last as long if I do so. This time though I stayed behind this slow fella and slowly ploughed my way up the hill and guess what? I could breathe when I got to the top, a marked contrast to the breathlessness I usually feel.
So I had a think about this and the fact is that my natural impatience makes me want things to be done and dusted as soon as possible. I dislike unknowns and therefore the sooner I can make them knowns, the better I feel. Applying it to this case – I hate not knowing what I will feel like when I reach the top, but slowing down and delaying that knowledge actually leads to a better outcome.
So then I had a longer think and applied the same theory to a dramatic turn of events I experienced over the weekend (Boyf related), and figured out that if I had been more patient and taken things more slowly instead of wanting things to immediately be resolved one way or another there is a strong possibility there would have been a better result. That’s not to say I’m entirely to blame, but it is to say that I could definitely do with adjusting my approach.
