Please forgive the goofed up title… Autocorrect got me and rather than fix it, creating a warp in the space-time continuum, I’m going to leave it till tomorrow.
I rode my bicycle 54 miles yesterday. There wasn’t one minute in the three hours it took that I wasn’t having fun.
I went out to dinner last night. I had some antipasto salad, some bread sticks and pizza. It was good. Good company, good food… and decent fuel for my ride today.
Here I sit this morning and I’m just about to get ready to do it all over again. I’m almost giddy. Sunshine, barely a breeze, and perfect cycling temperatures.
I don’t care about six-pack abs or rippling muscles. I don’t care about the best way to get a magazine-worthy body. I don’t have to. I’m close enough for government work as it is, just by doing what I do.
Nope, what matters is spending some hours in the sun, rocketing down the road with my wife and friends. What matters is an hour a day, whether I need it or not, during the week and a few hours a day on the weekends.
There are sacrifices, of course. I don’t have the time to make my yard look like I stole a fairway from a golf course. As long as the grass is cut, I’m cool. Oh, and I have to eat. There’s that. To ride like I do, I’ve gotta fuel the effort.
This is the way fitness is, in a perfect world.
I don’t have to worry about how I’ll fit my next workout into my life. I can’t wait to get back outside and ride again because cycling is one of the fun parts in my life.
Ride hard, my friends. You know I will.
UPDATE: 49 miles on the nose, 2:20:36. 20.9 mph average. A perfect ride.