I looked outside and it was a gorgeous day. I decided to get away from the screens and the hum of home appliances and head outside. I felt I could use a walk.
I started my walk on a bad note. I thought that I wouldn’t need my music. I thought the sounds of spring would be enough to keep me entertained. I was wrong. The scenery was nice, but constantly having to shift my route to accommodate or maintain social/physical distancing was kind of annoying–necessary, but annoying nonetheless. There are lots more people dragging their kids outside and walking their dogs these days. It is admirable, but it makes for a more crowded outdoor space.
I was admiring a particularly well done house expansion when a youngster raced by on their bike. That’s when it hit me. I could be riding. No. I should be riding. It was a gorgeous warm day and I didn’t need to be on the sidewalk. I needed to be on the blacktop. So, I quickly turned back and quick stepped back to my home.
Once inside I sprung into action. I may not be the most organized person, but I am really good about keeping my cycling stuff organized. I know what I need for a ride, and I know exactly where everything is. Most gear is in my cyclist case, the clothing is hung in the closet, the water bottles are next to the nutrition, and the tools are in their place. I inflated the tires, put yesterday’s find in my water bottle and filled it up with cold water from the Brita. I did a quick bike inspection and was out the door in pretty good time.
I had thought about an easy route for the first ride of the season while I was walking back to my house. I wanted to get on a straight road with few traffic lights or stop signs and I wanted a couple of mild climbs. Luckily, this pretty much describes the area I live in. A couple of turns and I found exactly what I was looking for.
I was on a bike a few weeks ago when I was in Colombia, but urban cycling on a mountain bike is a little bit different than taking a road bike out on what soon became a country road. Both are fun, but they are a little different.
It was great to back on the bike. It was among the few times since the isolation began that I felt free. I was separated by car windows and there was no one else around. I could speed up and I could coast. I remembered what one of my fellow club riders said one day. (I paraphrase) The one thing you can do that joggers can’t is coast–preferably down a steep mountain in full aero tuck.
I would love to tell you that I stepped back into the pedals and it was like no time had passed since I stopped riding in the fall. That would be a lie. While I am a bit thinner and I have been doing some core work and some stretching, I will need more tune–up rides. However, now that the ice is broken and I am not commuting back from work, this should be something I can do more often–like tomorrow.
I also made a few rookie mistakes. I forgot my inflation device. had I had a flat tire, I would have either been walking back for hours or frantically calling someone to pick me up. I also didn’t check the mount for my cycling computer. It went flying off just as I was going over a highway overpass. Luckily it did’t go too far or get damaged. I just can’t trust the mounting now. I will either have to get a new mounting bracket, MacGyver up a solution, or maybe upgrade to a Garmin.