Sunday Ride

Got out for a ride today.

Every time it's been a while between rides I feel like I don't belong. I feel like an impostor as I unload my bike from the car and head out.

Not far into the trail I came across three guys riding in jeans and Members Only jackets. Ok. Maybe not Members Only, but some nylon variety. I quickly realized there are no impostors. There are no rules on rides. Just ride.

The weather was nice. A bit on the cool and breezy side. The lake was choppy and the sun was bright.

Trail conditions were near perfect. The dirt was dry and fast with only the wettest of spots still wet.

It hurt to ride. The hills were killing me. Often I stopped to catch my breath and let the little stars fade back to the forest canopy. The air rushing into my lungs was good. It was good to be outside.

Gretchen and I made our way around the bonus loop stopping at the watering holes and taking it all in.

Along the way we saw Jim. We spoke then went about our separate ways.

It was good to be outside.

- b