Forgotten Things

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Yesterday I aired up the tires and walked my bike to the end of the gravel. I've had so many flats riding on that rock. At the end, after the dust, I rode.

I'd forgotten things about a long ride. Things like how hard it is to scratch an itch under a helmet. The feeling at the top of a hill after pushing through the 2/3 point where I always want to ease up instead of push on. I'd forgotten that the promise of scones and hot coffee is a strong motivator, through rain even. I'd forgotten how exhilarating it can be to ride through a storm. Keep moving. You're going to be cold either way.

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