My Ride
I was finally able to get on my bike for a ride this morning. I had set out to do just a short ride - but ended up doing 16.2 miles. Granted, they were all in town miles - but for the first ride of the season, that's alright.
I took a hill this morning and was pleasantly surprised when my legs (and lungs) didn't give out on me. I remembered my shifting, standing on the pedals (thank you riding mentor!) and didn't give up.
It was freeing. My thoughts went everywhere, yet nowhere. Friends filled my mind, family filled my heart, my soul fed my energy and my body fueled the fire.
It was so beautiful this morning. I didn't get out as early as I had liked but all was good. I layered up, found my gloves, and headed out.
I said good morning to everyone I saw. People were out walking dogs, walking the park, doing gardening or yard work or just sitting enjoying coffee on their decks having a leisurely coffee. I try and make up stories on everyone that I meet. It's fun to give them a pretend life.
The girl sitting on her deck having coffee and smoking a cigarette: She was a single mother of two enjoying a little bit of quiet time to herself before her children woke up. She had a fight with her ex (or baby daddy) because he was supposed to take the kids today and he called and said he couldn't.
To the man walking his dogs: He was walking off steam as he'd just gotten in to a fight with his partner that morning and had to get out of the house.
To the little boy riding his bike: His parents were still sleeping it off (hangovers) and he was told to go outside and play so he didn't disturb them. He left them alone for the freedom of his bike around the neighborhood.
I loved the my first 16.2 miles of the season. But I found a bit of freedom in each stroke of the pedal.
Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.... ~Albert Camus
I took a hill this morning and was pleasantly surprised when my legs (and lungs) didn't give out on me. I remembered my shifting, standing on the pedals (thank you riding mentor!) and didn't give up.
It was freeing. My thoughts went everywhere, yet nowhere. Friends filled my mind, family filled my heart, my soul fed my energy and my body fueled the fire.
It was so beautiful this morning. I didn't get out as early as I had liked but all was good. I layered up, found my gloves, and headed out.
I said good morning to everyone I saw. People were out walking dogs, walking the park, doing gardening or yard work or just sitting enjoying coffee on their decks having a leisurely coffee. I try and make up stories on everyone that I meet. It's fun to give them a pretend life.
The girl sitting on her deck having coffee and smoking a cigarette: She was a single mother of two enjoying a little bit of quiet time to herself before her children woke up. She had a fight with her ex (or baby daddy) because he was supposed to take the kids today and he called and said he couldn't.
To the man walking his dogs: He was walking off steam as he'd just gotten in to a fight with his partner that morning and had to get out of the house.
To the little boy riding his bike: His parents were still sleeping it off (hangovers) and he was told to go outside and play so he didn't disturb them. He left them alone for the freedom of his bike around the neighborhood.
I loved the my first 16.2 miles of the season. But I found a bit of freedom in each stroke of the pedal.
Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.... ~Albert Camus
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