…I can feel it. I’ve been spending a LOT of time thinking about the upcoming off-season. I’m planning a few small gear purchases; things I’ll need to keep up the commute through the winter. Above all, I’m dreaming of the crisp fall evenings, with cold air rushing through my nostrils and the scent of burning leaves triggering fond memories of my favorite season of the year. I think of slicing through the misty night, my wheels cutting the air ahead of me as I pedal further and further towards a destination I will never reach; knowing no matter how much I ride, I’ll always want more.
I’ve been thinking further, towards the winter. I miss my riding partner Ryan. He’s moved on to new things and I can’t help but think the upcoming winter is just going to be a little less fun without him pushing me to go bigger and learn more. Despite that loss though, I will continue to push on. I can almost hear the snow crunching beneath the wide rubber of my mountain bike tires and I can almost see my the trail of breath I leave as I hammer my way across the snowy backwoods of my favorite winter spot. In some ways, I’m secretly awaiting the comments of how crazy I am for riding a bike in the winter. Of course, many people I know and work with think it’s crazy enough I ride my bike 42 kilometers to work and back a few days a week; I can only anticipate they will be further befuddled by my tenacity.
Mostly though, I’m just excited to keep riding.
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