One gift the early season often brings is the long ride where you finished spent and totally satisfied. A ride where you know you got something done. The legs contain a bit of rubber. The lower back feels the ride but doesn't hurt and, with a floating holiday scheduled for tomorrow, the body tells you it's ready to do it all again, maybe even a bit more.
The ride itself was a solo effort heading south of town. A nice early year rhythm came easily and I let my mind and eyes wander, only the periodic check of the watch broke the sequence. A ride based on turn-around time instead any goal or destination.
After a while, a lot of the clutter that makes up the day-to-day popped up then dropped away to be replaced by something else; the office, the kids, Mrs. Snob, NAHBS, the Granny Gear series, TI and Kanza.
After a time, it was nice to just ride, with all of that let go and hidden away for a little while.
That's enough of sounding like a hippie or a hallmark card for tonight. Maybe I'm a bit more tired than I think.
1 comment:
You pretty much summed up my Sunday!
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