5 More Minutes

Has there ever been a time in your life when all you wanted was 5 more minutes?

It may be as something as simple as a sleep in on a cold and wet Monday morning, or a cuddle with the love of your life on the couch before heading off to bed. Or at the other end of the spectrum, you may have wanted 5 more minutes with a loved one as they took their last breath and passed away as you held their hand.

It really doesn’t matter why and when you need that extra 5 minutes, But you know for certain it would have made a huge difference. Perhaps not the 5 extra minutes in bed, that is more a luxury than anything else.

But the time you spend with a friend or a loved one can never be taken away, no matter how long or short the time frame is. Its when that time you really want is not there, for one reason or another, and then the realistion sets in that you really do want the 5 more minutes.


When we do have the opportunity to take our time and enjoy the moment, don’t let something simple take that second away. It may not be that easy to get it back, no matter how hard you try.

So in the end, it really doesn’t matter if the time you spend with family and friends is days, hours, or even minutes. Make the most of every single second, and never take one of those seconds for granted.

It takes guts – to leave the ruts

As time progresses, all of us become very comfortable in the way we do things, the way we live and the situations we end up putting up with for much longer than we really should.

I understand this is human nature and once we are in a comfortable rut, we don’t make a huge effort to change the situation. If any effort at all. Even though we know there is something better and another way to move forward in our lives and not be stuck in the same place just spinning our wheels and not going anywhere.

I have discovered that even the simplest of things in life become second nature to us. But what has really happened is that a rut has set in. It’s something that slowly happens over time and we don’t realize until it’s either pointed out to us or the realisation hits us like a ton of bricks.

It can be as simple as taking the same running route every time you head out for a walk or a run. I have noticed that with my walks and runs. I now take the same route when I head out in my running gear.

Not that the path I take is any easier than others in my area, I know that turning left at the first street would be less hilly for the first few kilometres and then I would get the hills, rather than struggle with hills at the start of the run. I would still be covering the same distance, but I would have some slightly different scenery as I puff and pant my way through the run.

The same applies when I head out on my road bike. I can go anywhere I want and end up in so many wonderful locations and see sights I have never seen before whilst out cycling. The world is truly my oyster. But after checking my Strava account, it really seems that I am a true creature of habit.

I have logged hundreds and hundreds of rides over the years, but a majority of them seem to take a very similar path. There may be a slight detour here and there, but the end destination is the same for more than 95% of my rides. Boring perhaps?

It’s not that I don’t have an adventurous streak in me, I know that’s there and has been proven on many occasions, some occasions more stupid than others, but it’s there, waiting to be set free on a regular basis.

Then there is the daily grind which can easily become a rut as we don’t make an effort for ourselves and for our family and partners. The people who mean the most to us also become a rut. But it doesn’t have to be that way.

Getting out of a rut that has well and truly set in takes effort. Sometimes a lot of effort. It’s not going to happen on its own. We need to make a conscious effort and get off our butts and take the first step to leave the rut behind.

That one first step becomes two steps. Two steps become four. And before we know it, the rut we were in so far behind us we can’t see it anymore.

As simple as it sounds, it will take effort. If the rut that has set in involves more than one person and has just about been set in stone, effort and patience is required. By the truck load.

In the end, we are the only ones who can pull ourselves out of a rut that is holding us back from achieving greatness.

We owe it to ourselves to to keep moving forward and leave the ruts behind.

It’s not giving up when you know you have lost – updated

The saying goes ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get going. But what happens when you know what you’re after is so far out of reach, that not even a miracle will get you over the line for a win.

What does happens is you understand that not everything is able to be achieved and you need to make the hard call of whether you continue moving forward in a direction where failure is the only outcome.

And while you continue to forge forward, thinking you can win, what are you really achieving? More pain, heartache and unforgettable suffering? Deep down we continue to think we are better than who we really are, but are we?

In our minds we think we can overcome every situation we are confronted with, but in reality, we are just ‘dreamin’.

Is it time to cut your losses and accept that this is the one you are going to lose?

But when it really comes down to the crunch, as humans we are programmed to survive. From the very dawn of time, we have overcome the worst situations possible. Famine, wars and plagues, just to name a few.

This only proves when we have our sights set on a goal, only death can stop us from achieving what we set out to do in the first place.

Unguarded moment 


There are times in our lives when it’s so hard finding inspiration, no matter what we are doing or attempting. And when the inspiration fails to surface, we are sent into a downwards spiral of anger, frustration, and sometimes depression.


It is at that time when we are at a low point in our lives, we have an unguarded moment. And at this point we can be found in a huddled in a corner, sobbing hysterically and rocking ourselves on the floor, trying to regain some composure in our lives.


But the composure and sanity we seek does not always happen right away, and in some cases it doesn’t happen for what may seem an eternity.



When we find ourselves in that unguarded moment, it seems that no matter what people say, we can, and normally take it to heart and become offended by their words, and sometimes even their gestures.


What may have been a light-hearted comment, ends up turning your world upside down untill you eventually realise there was no malice intended.


This is the point where we need to sit down and sort out whatever is going on in our minds and either get over what was said, or put it into a box and to sort once we have moved out from our unguarded moment.


Until we have a clear mind and are out of the shell we placed ourselves into, we see the world in a completely different light. And that light is usually a dark shade of black.



No matter what we think, there is always someone to lean on or talk to; family, friends, or even a professional who is happy to listen, and offer some advice. Even if they don’t offer advice, it’s always good to have a chat and get a few things off your chest. This way, that unguarded moment can be left behind and the world will be a better place.


At least until the next unguarded moment crashes back onto our lives.


My First Bike – Childhood Memories

There are so many childhood memories that involve bikes and cycling, and they always manage to put a smile on my dial when I think back to those days of freedom, and yes, some stupidity. Being young and stupid has advantages, now, I really don’t have an excuse, but I still manage to pull of some not so smart moves on the bike.

My first childhood memory of a bike of any type was the one I owned when I was 4 years old. It was sent over from Italy for my birthday, and had to be assembled by my father and an uncle. I’m sure this wasn’t the easiest of tasks, but at least the instructions would have been in Italian, and not written by the people who write install manuals for IKEA.

It was bright red, had a set of trainer wheels, which only stayed on for a very short time, a few weeks was all I needed before I was on two wheels. There were colourful ribbons streaming out from both the hand grips, and both the wheels had bright reflectors attached to the spokes.

It seemed as if I had found my passion in sports at a very young age. Even though I never raced for a team, I eventually participated in a number of long distance events for charity. For me, in the end, that small bike with trainer wheels was life changing, and in more ways that I could ever imagine.

My recollections of that bike in the first few days, are still clear in my mind, I rode up and down the sideway of our property in the burbs. Up and down in a straight line, and when I reached the end of the sideway, I would get off the bike, turn it around, get back on and pedal back down to the start I did this over and over until I got the hang of turning around in the tight space at both ends.

Once I had mastered the straight line riding, my father added a set of obstacles along the sideway for me to navigate around. This took me more time than I would have thought. But then, I was a four year old child.

Without the training wheels, I was able to zip around the obstacles in a few short weeks. Much to my parents delight. I now had a way of keeping myself amused for hours on end and on my own. No need for daytime TV.

I was eventually allowed to go out onto the streets and down the road to visit my aunt, who lived no more than 15 houses down the street. It was still an adventure, no matter the distance.

The bike gave me something I didn’t have much of; freedom. It allowed me to go places further than the wheels allowed. It set off my imagination and transported me to any destination my mind permitted.

I hung onto that bike for  number of years until I had well and truly grown out of it, and it wasn’t long before I had a bigger bike. One that was purchased from a local shop just down the road. And with that bike, the real adventures began with my friends in the street. But those are stories for another time.

Some memories stay with us until the day we die, for one reason or another. Some are good, and some are bad. We need to treasure the memories that continue to make us smile as the days go by. Because in the end, all we will have are memories.