I just finished a ride up to Oceanside and back. I didn't time it, but it probably was about four hours of riding. Four hours of fresh air and ocean views. Four hours of little thinking, no managing, no budgets, no deadlines and no reporting. Four hours of letting my mind wander to things I love and things I just dream about. My work week sucked the life out of me faster than the auto makers going through their bailout money. I spent every moment trying to focus on the light at the end of the tunnel, but it must be burned out. It's not shining for me to see. But I knew, I had a ride planned Saturday morning and that would be my time. My time to push my pedals as hard as I can or to pull in behind someone and relax in his draft.
Cycling refreshes. It renews my spirit and makes me feel strong. I share the road with riders who compete professionally. Their warm up pace is my sprint. I also share the road with beginners who have not yet experienced the road bike rash, if you get what I'm saying. I fit somewhere in the middle. Soaking up inspiration from those who ride harder and faster and enjoying watching someone learn to love cycling for the first time.
Yes. Riding a bicycle is stress relief. If only I could smash all that into a little injection that I could self administer during long staff meetings.
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