I heard the road speak to me today. Bounding through the howling wind and chill in the air, I listened. Each pedal stroke felt better and with each mile came an easiness on the bike. I rode with a large group and at times a fast group. But I was in solitary confinement although I was surrounded by cyclists.
Welcome back is what I heard, what I felt and the goosebumps only confirmed to me that I was happy to be riding strong again. Riding with a purpose and more importantly, free of distractions. This was not my first ride of the year, but in so many ways it eas my first ride since Hotter n Hell.
This morning was full of enthusiasm, reminding me why I fell in love with riding. Feeling lactic acid build, seeing the sweat drip, hoping you recover before the next hill or sprint. This is when you know are alive, that you are doing something that benefits you, and does not take from someone else.
It feels good to be back, and I’m going to have a hell of a good time.
This lady was one of the many volunteers who helped pass out water and generate smiles to help keep us going!
The worst thing about outdoor events!!! The dreaded LINE!
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