I know for me, when my legs are flying, my heart is pumping, the Madonna‚Äôs blaring, Casey‚Äôs cheering me on, and I think I‚Äôm not thinking at all‚Ä¶blammo. Idea town! Whether it‚Äôs a creative solution to an issue of family dynamics, clarity around a niggling decision I need to make, or an artistic breakthrough, the missing piece of the puzzle so often strikes like lightening in the middle of my ride. So what‚Äôs happening there?
My theory is that I‚Äôm so engaged with my body that the parts of my brain I usually put fences around are able to run free. What do you guys think?