I have spots on my rides that I know I should probably turn around at. 

Head home. 

They are not spots of any significance. 

They are just changes to my surroundings. 

The pavement changes to gravel. 

A forest ends. 

The road gets busier. 

But once I go a metre further, I know I just added a long part to my ride. 

Better still, a long part to my day. 

Once I go that metre further, I know I am ‘in.’ 

I have committed. 

I have never turned around early on this next addition. 

I have always ridden it to the end. 

Sometimes, I try to tell myself that it is okay to take an early exit. 

To turn around and head home. 

The ride was long enough. 

‘It is not a big deal.’ 

But I don’t. 

I know I never will. 

I know I am going to cross that line before I even get to it. 

Before I even see it. 

‘There it is.’ 

‘Here it comes.’ 

‘There it goes.’ 

And I am now riding the next section. 

Then, in my head, I start rearranging my day. 

‘I can do that tomorrow.’ 

‘No, I can get that done tonight.’ 

‘I can get that done at the same time I am doing that.’ 

‘Yeah, yeah, I can get that done at the same time.’ 

‘I am sure that store closes at 8:00.’ 

‘No, right on, I did that yesterday.’ 

It gives me something to think about as I ride that next section. 

I am not procrastinating. 

I would argue that it is the opposite. 

Because when I do get home, I get it all done. 

…And more! 

I sometimes wonder if I do this on purpose? 

Bite off more than I can chew. 

Push the boundary. 

See how efficient I can be. 

See how much I can get done in a day. 

I think I secretly like it. 

I think it may have a diagnosed name. 

Haha, but you ‘gotta do what you gotta do.’ 

And if that is this, then I am happy with my ‘medication.’ 

‘Even though I am eating dinner at 10:00 PM’ 

Insert calendar emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’