Monday, January 14, 2013

Do 4 Things. Reach Your Goal. 104 rides in 52 weeks.

Why oh why do we fail to follow through on our goals? 

Wait. Does walking the parking lot from grocery store to Bi-Mart count as a walk? (No.)

What if it's a really big parking lot?

Photo: thank you Morguefile and jppi


It's only Jan. 12, and my resolution to get out of the car is already crumbling. The extra commutes-by-muscle accumulated last summer are dwindling, and my one-year deadline (April 15) to car-free-commute 104 times in 52 weeks is speeding toward us. 

My excuses:  
Too cold. Helmet hair. Takes too much time.  Biking is too scary. Too many cars. Violates the herd instinct.  Blah, blah. 

This calls for an intervention.  

I conducted a study of Self Help experts on the subject.

To reach goals you need to do 4 things:  

1. Make a plan.  Write it down. Divide it into 5 subgoals.  Write them down.  Choose a reward for every milestone.  Write it down.  Look at all three, every day.  

2.  Imagine how reaching the goal will benefit you and other people.  

Photo by mrhayata at

3.  Tell someone else your goal. 
Photo by law_keven
4.  Start.  Just start. Subconscious minds don't like unfinished projects and will niggle and nag until a job is done.  People who don't get started, don't get started.  Or finished.  They procrastinate instead.

OKAY.  Tomorrow I walk to the mailbox and back, or bust. 

Photo: thank you Morguefile and Schick

(Update on the quest to commute, powered by muscle, 104 times in 52 weeks.  Week 38:  walked 1x, bicycled zero. Week 39:  walked 1x, bicycled zero. (BOO) Start date and end date:  April 15.  Grand total:  89, 11 in the bank).

Source of the authority on how to achieve goals:  59 Seconds: Think a Little, Change a Lot, Richard Wiseman

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Holiday Insulation

(Update on the quest to commute, powered by muscle, 104 times in 52 weeks.  Week 35:  walked 2x, bicycled zero. Week 36:  walked 1x, bicycled zero. Week 37: walked 1x, bicycled ONE! YEAH! Grand total:  86, 12 in the bank).

Ta dah! Just when the check-in on how often I use my muscles to get around was getting to feel like a Weight Watcher's Weigh-In after a cookie exchange ...
... the urge to cycle descended from, or perhaps was ordered by, the heavens.  The sun came out, the frost sparkled, the leaves in the bike path dried up. 

It was cold as the North Pole, but I DIDN'T CARE.  See what a couple weeks of holiday eating brings?  Insulation.  

Shook out the puffy coat, ear warmer and mittens ...
A friend noted that this coat makes my head look small.  Believe me, nothing could be further from the truth.
Checked the tires and CYCLED. 

Frozen puddle
Auspicious start to 2012.  Happy cycling all.