|I rested my bike against the garage at my workplace. I had to laugh. |
The snow shovel was still handy for fickle April weather.
It was a frosty morning, but the sun promised a splendid day. I shuffled our last boy outdoors (on the cusp of going to school by himself) to catch up with his older brother for a bus ride rather than my usual escort. Sometimes I'm lucky like that. A fightless morning. They knew how much I looked forward to my first ride to work this year and obliged me this simple time saver.
Then I was off. Chemical warmers kept my feet warm. Other commuters went by. I waved. Smiling. I was slow, of course, but enjoying the physical exertion. I was tired at mile 5 and I had 6 more to go. A headwind was building. My butt hurt. No getting around that. I felt every ache and pain, making a mental note to tip the seat downward a bit. This early in the season it's all about the body, though I chuckled at my first gutter gazing: an Almond Joy wrapper and a biker's water bottle. If I think of it next week, maybe I'll rescue that bottle and prop it in a conspicuous place.
Ah, but what a tailwind coming home! Let's ride.