This weekend I was a smidge under the weather. I spent the bulk of my time moaning on the couch. In between moaning and writhing in pain, I read about riding. And drooled over pretty cycling jerseys. And best of all, I ogled bikes. Ogling bikes reminded me of a pile of bike photos I’ve been collecting since February. I give you Bike Love, Part 2.
I love cycling because…
When I’m on my bike, I feel like a kid again.
On rare occasions, I feel like I can fly.
Pedaling for all I’m worth lights a fire in my belly.
I’m reminded that being stripped down to the bone can be the first step in building something beautiful.
I find that my load isn’t as heavy as it seems.
I ride in the company of some of the greatest people on the planet.
My trusty steed is always ready for adventure.
I’ve fallen down, but it’s the getting back up that I remember most.
When I feel hollowed out, riding fills me back up.
My bike gives me a place to grieve without shame.
At the end of each ride, I get to come home to the one I love.
When I lay my head on my pillow at night, I fall asleep content with the mark I’ve left on the day.