Dry weather. Finally. Dry weather means that I don’t stay dry.. I sweat.
I have been on the mountain bike four days in a row. Four. Three of those days were on my “old” 26, which felt like riding a slug after being spoiled by my dual suspension 29. Oddly enough, by last night I was beginning to feel real good on the 26 despite spending way too much time holding the pedals up due to clearance. The 29 has me spoiled. When the shop called this afternoon, right after my boss and I were getting back on the interstate following lunch with a client, to tell me that my bike was ready, I was ecstatic. My boss encouraged me to stop on the way back to the office to pick the bike up. I think he liked the excuse to check out the bike store that I frequent. Pedal and Spoke is my Cheers.. everybody knows my name.
Don’t think I have shirked my duties (that sounds dirty) with all this bike riding. Not eye. I mowed the lawn before zooming out to the mountain bike trails.
it felt so so so so so so freaking good to ride the 29 again tonight. I rolled out onto the trail fast, my legs and body already warm from mowing the lawn as well as riding for consecutive days. Even so, routine took me on my warm up route, dispatched quickly as I was hitting on all cylinders from the excitement of being back on my favorite ride. As I finished my warm up, I bumped (not literally) into my friend, Dan, who was heading out towards the trails at the back of the park. He asked if I wanted to join him, something I agreed to immediately. Dan has an upgraded version of my bike, is close to me in ability, and it’s always good to ride with someone else. It keeps me honest and motivated. Usually I ride faster from necessity. The only negative is that Dan takes a lot more breaks than I do. I usually don’t stop for a break until I have covered most of the trails in the small park (8 miles of trails). Dan stops frequently. That was OK. It was a good night for an easy ride. Besides, it was 91 degrees and very humid.. typical Illinois summer weather.
I suppose I should feel fried. Oddly, I’m not. In a few minutes, I will sleep the slumber of the pleasantly relaxed, a rest aided by having a quiet house.
Oh, and the report I get from Alyssa is that Nate is having a very good time. 🙂