On Thursday, I talked to a friend I am trying to convince to join me on the trek across the Northern Tier next summer. She is not a cyclist and seems to think I am crazy, but she has not said she won’t do it. So I keep bothering her about it.
Anyway, in our brief conversation, she asked me if I had been riding tons since I last saw her. I realized that sadly, I had not been riding enough. Just an hour of mountain biking here and there. No long road rides in almost two weeks.
It was just the light kick in the butt I needed. Yesterday, limited by sunset, Roomie and I got another short MTB ride in. But today I got a real ride in.
The temperature started at 57 degrees and dropped to a cozy 54. This is premium weather for arm warmers (my favorite invention in all of clothing. And they are not to be confused with just sleeves. Get a pair, you’ll see). I rode some thirty miles just before the threat of sunset came again. I rode up all the hills I normally go down and down all the hills I normally go up. Also it was simply beautiful out. The cool autumn air and no precipitation whatsoever were exactly what I’ve been waiting for. Then, just as I was pulling up to my house, an eight-point buck ran across the street and stood in my neighbor’s yard. We sat there looking at one another for just a few seconds, but it was really cool.
In all, it was my perfect ride.
The best thing to do as a cyclist is to just get out there and ride as often as possible, but not necessarily with any agenda or training ideas. Even short rides will improve your week.