Far too happy

Happiness does not make for great literature. Or even moderately entertaining blog posts.

What do you write about when you’ve had a couple of really good weeks on the road, when nothing’s currently wrong with either of your bikes, when you haven’t had a puncture for ages, when your feet have almost stopped hurting, your back’s calmed down, you’ve had enough sleep for the past few nights, work’s nice and steady, and occasionally busy, you’re getting on well with your controller, you haven’t made any career-ending cock-ups recently, no taxis have tried to kill you, you’ve got loads of shiny new winter kit to play with, and you can’t remember the last time it rained?

In fact, it did rain this week, heavily, and I was still happy. Not only did it rain, it was horrendously windy. I spent most of Thursday riding into a soaking headwind, and there were several times when a sudden strong gust very nearly knocked me off my bike. And yet I was smiling almost the whole time – from the moment I stepped out into the rain, started cycling up the very steep hill I live on, and was knocked sideways by a big WHOOOOOSSSSH!, like an invisible giant trying to blow me off my bike. Riding into the wind seems to take twice as much energy as normal cycling. When I got home that evening I was as thoroughly exhausted as I remember being my first few weeks on the job. I sat at the table, limply shovelling pasta into myself, trying to keep up a conversation with my housemate but failing to remember how each sentence had begun by the time she got to the end of it, eventually realized that I was no longer capable of anything but sleep, and was in bed by 9 o’clock. I dozed off within minutes, with a huge grin on my face.

Why on earth am I so happy?

Good question.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve (finally, after two winters) sorted out my rainy day kit, and am now smugly waterproof from head to toe, mostly thanks to Sealskinz (who made my waterproof socks and my amazing new waterproof gloves), and Chris from Swrve (who furnished me with a bagful of shiny new Gore Tex and merino last week). I’ve often been told that good kit is no substitute for toughness and experience, and I can now confirm that that’s bollocks. Buy a pair of £30 waterproof gloves, and you’ll end the day smiling, rather than whinging and weeping and shivering and going home early, no matter how experienced you are.

Or perhaps it’s because this is the best job in the world. (It is.)

Or perhaps…

Well, I haven’t wanted to admit to this, but…

I’ve gone part-time. I work Monday and Tuesday, and Thursday and Friday, and have Wednesday off in the middle.

I was very reluctant to take this step. Partly because I hate to sacrifice 20% of the job I love in order to accommodate the other work I hate (but which pays the bills). But mainly because it makes me feel even less like a Real Cycle Courier. Before, I could claim that – well yes, I’m not all that blokey or beery or fast or hardcore, but I still ride 50 hours a week in all weathers, and deliver just as many packages as anyone else, and am therefore just as much a courier as the rest of them, even if most of the time I eschew the post-work beers and ride slowly home to my Laura Ashley bedspread.

This is absurd, of course. Lots of the tougher, older, most impressive couriers I know work part-time, and I’ve never once thought of them as soft or lazy. And to be frank, I also consider myself a bit of a wimp when I wear full waterproofs and ride with more than one gear. Perhaps I just like beating myself up.

But it is starting to feel far too easy at the moment. I work hard for two days – then Wednesday hits me like an unexpected holiday, and on Thursday, which used to be the hardest day of the week, I’m as energetic as I am on Monday morning. I haven’t had one of those awful wooden-legs days for weeks. Suddenly, I’m working within my means, rather than constantly stretching my limits and never quite catching up with myself.

And, ironically, I’ve never been so in love with the job – though I’m under no illusions that this is unrelated to the fact that I’m doing less of it.

But isn’t happiness a bit boring? I’m starting to miss the heady days of last January, when I battled through sleet and snow and ice and temperatures as low as -12, didn’t take a single day off, and celebrated by spending every weekend drinking wine in bed. Yes it was hard, but the ensuing glow of satisfaction was so much better than my current glow of …moderation?

I don’t think I’ll stay part-time for long.


5 Responses to “Far too happy”

  1. Bassjunkieuk Says:

    +1 on the waterproof kit – I got proper waterproof gloves and coat last year and have been out in some horrendously wet weather and still been relatively comfortable. I did get some dhb overshoes but it appears they don’t like being used OFF the bike and split all around the base. Have since picked up some Planet X ones (from GB Cycles!) and are probably one of my favourite bargain buys as @ £15 they are worth their wet in good, keep my feet warm and dry!

    Just remember there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing 😉

  2. zero Says:

    Congratulations on discovering the midweek weekend! I worked the mon-tues-thur-fri pattern for several years in London: a revelation, no?

  3. Steff Says:

    Did that Nikwax gubbins ever make its way to you?

  4. Redbike Says:

    Carefull what you wish for, have you seen the weather forecast for next week?
    Fingers crossed you keep smiling!

  5. willkillusall Says:

    i currently rock some £3 gloves, going to get some marigolds to upgrade them to waterproof.

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