I’ve noticed something the last few years. Every time someone I know is going through something rough, be it a breakup, job loss, anxiety spiral, depression, whatever, at some point they say the same thing: “I just need to get on the bike.”
And it works. Not like a magic fix. But like a reset button. Like the 30 minutes or two hours on the road does something that therapy, meditation, or a glass of wine can’t quite do.
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