What was the day like when we discovered we loved cycling? I’ll bet a hundy yours was like mine. A warm breeze blew, the sun shone in perfection, and as the wind riffled through my hair I thought:
Hey, this is amazing.
Like with that electric first kiss, we fall in love and all we want is to be with our beloved. We sneak in rides before or after work, we get up earlier on the weekend, and at a certain point we notice something.
Hey, I’m getting faster.
Then came that first day when we thought:
It’s not that cold.
There was that first time we were caught in the rain, which made rolling from home in the rain just another discomfort, but not enough to ruin the ride. That taught us something different about cycling and helped us upcycle our definition of fun.
The big lessons didn’t come until riding the bike caused suffering. Whether the source was a pack going faster than I could sustain, or cold rain making each passing minute torture, the discoveries that proved I had more determination and more depth than I knew required such a day.
One revelation remains that I have yet to parse, one no one talks about.
That was awful. I can’t wait to do it again.
Image: Jorge “Koky” Flores, JustPedal
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