Invisible Boundaries

A couple of years ago I had a pretty bad spill on my road bike. 

The crash was pretty ridiculous actually. 

It happened right outside my house in Thailand. 

It was the rainy season (like it is right now). 

I was riding around a corner just like I had done so many times before, but this time a pickup truck was coming around the corner. 

I wasn’t going very fast at all and I moved over toward the shoulder of the road. 

I went down like I slipped on ice. 

Most of the damage is hidden under my riding breeches. 

During the rainy season, the road shoulders grow moss.  

It’s slicker than slick when it’s wet, and even when it isn’t really wet. 

The danger is real, even when you can’t see it. 

This morning I rode my bike and it rained almost the whole time. 

I was tempted to ride on the shoulder to stay out of traffic – but I knew from my crash that it wasn’t a wise decision. 

Even though the conditions were the same as before, I knew how to avoid a crash. 

As I was riding today, I thought about boundaries: they are invisible lines we draw based on our previous experiences that keep us safe. 

Even when we’re tempted to go there because it’s the most logical or convenient thing to do, our boundaries keep us out of harm’s way.