Death And The Cyclists

What a difference a day makes – it’s now stupidly warm for the time of year. And Jim’s Dad might, just might, be pulling through.

I was riding with Jim today and, of course, the next fear is how his Dad will be when he comes around – he’s been in an induced coma for days now. He wasn’t in peak physical shape beforehand but he wasn’t in bad nick either, and his mind was as sharp as it ever was. Jim was saying he’s not looking good but then, no-one looks great in hospital.

Age, mortality and all those related issues formed the bulk of our conversation today – as you’d expect. Jim, too, often thinks about death. Not in a melodramatic or morbid sense, not in a way that brings you down. As he said, he’s aware that when he goes out for a ride he might not come back – and that’s precisely how I think.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone else say that, and I don’t think I’ve ever admitted that’s how I think to anyone else. I suspect most people would describe that as unhealthy or depressing or something equally negative but I can’t see it in those terms. As long as you keep it in perspective then, surely, having death in mind is positive – it helps you keep everything else in a proper perspective.