The early morning sun comes roaring through the small opening in the shades and floods the bedroom with beacon light brightness. It is 6 something a.m. I cannot sleep any longer, I lay there and try. I know more sleep for me is well needed, would help my cycling, so thinks my
The first thing I check as I get to my feet, is "What is sore" "Is anything injured" With my first step I notice the bones in my left foot feel a little sore, but that's OK I know that will work itself out, and I understand why it is so. After thousands and thousands of pedal revolutions yesterday on 58 year old feet, what can I expect? Shoulders are the same, both sore, but tolerable, I had half dozen hard crashes this winter usually landing on one of my shoulders, I have been waiting for this to leave, but like winter in Iowa, it is hanging around longer then appreciated.
Hands and forearms are stiff, but that will loosen up. I have not rode drop bars all winter, and now in the last few weeks I have put a few hundreds of miles riding drop bars which require a complete different muscle/tendon combination, and my body is still adjusting.
I sit at the dining room desk, and check out Weather.com. Next to me is the dining room table with my bike of choice for today leaning against it and a few removed bicycle parts, and the tools required to have done so still sitting there from last night's repairs. It is going to be 39 degrees and sunny today. I think I can do a river route ride on my cycle cross this morning and perhaps ride my abandoned road bike in the afternoon, on ice free roads if I stick to the beaten paths. This bike has not been rode in months and months. Last year in late summer, and fall, I was driven to complete 100 dirt metric Cs and rode exclusively my Cycle Cross. I didn't 'waste' days riding that wouldn't end up in a dirt century. My road bike sat, deserted. The time jam got crazy with all that as I was very driven to complete.
My second cup of coffee is half finished; my caffeinated brain cells only heighten this urge to roam the roads on two wheels. I will wait for Birgit to wake first, before I leave, to say good bye. We have every other Sunday off together; she tolerates all this with a smile and encouragement. My mom would always tell me, "Your lucky David" and now my sister Dawn let's me know this also. They are right.
I hear footsteps upstairs. Time to find my 'stuff' get dressed, pick out what to wear, get ready, get riding.
I would not change this, if I could. I know this is all finite. Someday the body will not get up and go where the mind tells it to go. I will deal with that when the times comes. But for now, the road and my thoughts are mine, to roam in spirit, soul, and body, on top of a bicycle.