75 Degrees and Cycling Bliss

DISTANCE: 14 miles
Time: 55:30

Today I went to Pflugerville, the town south of us that we've trained a lot in for our long rides- it is farm land with little traffic. After my injury, even road biking and pointing my toe would hurt my PF quite a bit. So, I've been only mountain biking. It felt good most of the way, but there were a few twinges that were painful.

It was a perfect cycling day. 75 degrees, sunny, and somewhat windy. As I looked down to see I was going 26 MPH (when the wind was at my back) and just moderately working, I remembered what I love about this sport. It really is amazing how fast you go, how much you see. Sometimes I feel like I am flying.

Still, I noticed it doesn't quiet my brain like running does. I was worrying and planning over Christmas gifts, my son getting home from school, and little things. Running is hard enough for me that it is all encompassing, my breath and the rhythm of my feet lull my brain to silence. There was more traffic (it's been steadily increasing as they opened the toll road by it), and I remembered, some cars do not slow down and drive way to close for comfort. Then I spend energy considering ways to make drivers give me the space they legally have to- a bar extended out that far on the sides of my bike, perhaps with a old key welded on it that would scratch the hell out of their car if they come to close?? Yet, there is no way to even up a human and a car, and I know I would end up the one worse for wear in any of my revenge fantasies.