With the exception of a few rides with Bucky (all under 10 miles) this weekend was the first time since October 7th that I have been on a legit ride.
During my nearly month and a half off the bike, I managed to forget a lot of stuff.
I forgot that when you are not exercising, you need to be hyper – I mean HYPER – aware of what you eat, how much and when.
I forgot how to use Hal 9000.
I forgot that as long as you dress properly you can ride in the cold and feel okay.
I forgot how much I love to ride.
This weekend it warmed up at least enough that I could not use the weather as excuse. Or maybe I was just so disgusted with myself, I no longer wanted to hide. Also, there were no family or work issues that I could have twisted into an excuse not to ride.
So I rode. And I remembered. A lot more than I forgot.
I remembered how much better it is to see your surroundings from a bike saddle rather than from inside a car.
I remembered how smooth, reliable, and quiet Shimano components are.
I remembered what a rush it is to descend at over 40mph.
I remembered how great Gu and Skratch Labs products are. Even for Clydesdales like myself.
I remembered the awesome combo platter of pure agony suffering up a climb morphing into pure exhilaration when you crest the summit.
I remembered that no matter how much you are suffering, you will always recover.
I remembered how much better tailwinds are than headwinds.
I remembered how much I love to ride.
Ride your bike.
Don’t not ride.
Fair winds and following seas, Willy