lately. I’ve been spinning in my head about not being ten pounds lighter (where I look elfin and sickly)and not riding a program or a schedule and not doing intervals. Like it matters or something. And you know, I don’t even go to work until about 2 in the afternoon, so I have the day right there and PCH right there and there’s always good weather.. and I so eventually get over it.
How whacked out is it to lose your center and forget that just being able to ride a little bit every day and to have pretty bikes and great friends that also ride beautifully is the exact place to try and get to? I spend all my time trying to set up a situation where I am trying to get somewhere, when I’m already there.
On Saturdays I put up a message on facebook to invite a few guys out to ride. Dare I call them curated rides? *laughs* Two Saturday’s ago the exact perfect 7 guys showed up. Everyone knew exactly when and how to be themselves, and all the smartness and smoothness and suppleness was just there in gobs and mounds and life as I know it was perfect.
Tomorrow is Saturday again… I win. I hope you do too.