My bike was stolen on Sunday. Today (monday) I walked to work for the first time in months, only a ten minute trip btw, and it felt great! After work I took out some sheet music, a prelude from Bach's wtc, and studied it all the way home. Sure it took me longer to get home but time was not important oddly enough. By contrast when I am on my bike I seem to want to reach my destination as fast as I can and I am very conscious of time.
It sucked big time to lose my wheels but it was almost worth it because it has resulted in a positive discovery about myself, my perception of time and distance. While I will buy another bike soon I think for now I will enjoy this new sensation awhile longer and see what happens.