I am doing my best to write in a non-whiney voice when I report that we are all still sick. Okay, okay–so I stuck an italics in there. It’s been like three weeks of this junk–cut me some slack.
Anyways, I’ve still yet to muster the energy to get back on my bike. Errands have been put off when at all possible and those that can’t be delayed have turned into car trips. Even grocery trips have become car trips–something we haven’t done in I don’t even know how long. It’s depressing, honestly. I dream of hauling strange and heavy things on my X, but then the hacking starts up and even a walk to the mailbox seems out of my reach. The freakish weather isn’t doing much to help. But today, as I was once again staring longingly out my office window and daydreaming of bunnies, I finally snapped. To hell with this crap–I was going for a bike ride.
I decided I would ride for the pure joy of it. I wasn’t going to haul anyone or anything. As much as I love testing the limits of what a bike “should” do by loading it down with cargo, it’s been a long time since I rode simply for pleasure. I’ve spent so much time trying to identify new ways to ride for function that I rarely just ride to ride. I think that’s mostly what’s kept me off my bike during this crappy crud–I’m too tired to run errands so I just don’t ride at all.
I wasn’t up for much distance-wise, but I had an absolutely wonderful ride along the Cady Way Trail. My cheeks were frozen and I loved every second of it. And as I pulled the door closed on two little girls hopped up on marked-down Valentine’s Day candy, I remembered why I love riding so much in the first place–peace and quiet.
Sometimes you just have to take care of your self. So you can go back to caring for others. A little R & R for the body & soul. Stay healthy.
The candy was disgusting. That’s why I’m still sick. It was all the orange-filled. On the up side–I might be getting a new bike! It will be my first post I think if I do.