With tired legs and a belly full of a shit breakfast (it was so tasteless and bad, I’m ashamed of myself), I headed out for a short ride on Thursday morning before attending to real life duties in the afternoon followed by a trip to the Mind Bender.
My legs were shit from the start, and the wind from the west was less than kind, but it was a beautiful, crisp, spring morning, and I wasn’t going to let some wind come between me and getting my bike mojo back. Or any mojo for that matter.
Feeling the steady, cool winds against my face served as a reminder that I wasn’t “riding” through the hills and lava fill volcanos of Watopia; I was outside. So what if I was going slow, the slower speeds would give me more chances to spy a photo op and soak in as much vitamin D as possible1.
I hadn’t planned on riding at all on Thursday but was happy to have got some miles in, even if there were only 15 of them. I saw some cows, some birds, some geese, and some horses. I took some pics, sweat out some brain smegma, and returned to the Cul-De-Sac Shack happy to have got outside for a while and ready to take on the rest of what life would offer.
Friday will pose a challenge for ride time as well, as I need to get a shit ton of stuff done before we go pick up Lola (our new puppy) this afternoon. I have no idea what made us get another bulldog puppy, but we’re getting one, so I better get my self prepared for chewed shoes, ruined pillows, and a shit ton of cuteness.
The weekend weather looks like I might find myself riding through Watopia again and heading into the woods to hike with my cameras. Hoping that spring-like temps and sun will return next week, but I also know that Michigan gotta Michigan.