It was nice to finally get my bike out yesterday, track down all my gear, and pedal in the wind. Everything is blooming in Northeast Indiana. The day before I even had a nice butterfly flutter deftly into my mouth. Poor fella. Everything was going so well for him. He just came out of his shell into the beauty of the world only to be quickly salivated and spit to the ground. A Spring casualty. Or fate? We just happened to collide at the wrong time.
I felt half way strong in the saddle (i.e. CrossFit legs). We went East to Hoagland, IN (not even sure how we got there - I just followed) then West to Poe. Hadn't been down Poe way in a while. Not much had changed.
I've been riding without a cyclometer. Those little electronic devices that tell you your distance and your speed. I used to obsess over my pace, forever trying to maintain at least 17 miles per hour, even in a headwind (which at times is incredibly difficult if not impossible). And I always had to hit a certain mileage, log it, know what my cumulative mileage was for the month, for the year, etc. I really had my bearings.
But now I'm just pedaling.
Deftly into your mouth? That has been the fate of too many bugs while on my Tri bike, yuck! The other day a squirrel and I raced along the greenway, obviously with my slow pace he was mocking me (stopping to see if I was still coming) but after about 100 yds he stopped looked back at me and gave up....life!!
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