Go ride a bike

After returning from our visit to Zach in Damascus, I have been hitting it pretty hard. I added a midweek early morning ride which was actually a joy. In the post dawn light this past Wednesday, I felt some rain drops on my head and shoulders and soon I was in a rain shower. I didn’t have my rain bike, or booties, or even long fingered gloves. I was unprepared. It was so fun. I got wet and loved it. Maybe it was two weeks spent with temps in the 30’s and 40’s (hint: NOT Fahrenheit), maybe it was the pleasure of riding again. Maybe it was accepting the ache in my legs from the hard ride Sunday. Maybe it was riding while everyone else slept. I don’t know and I don’t care to know. It was fun.