Last night, I was having trouble remembering all the things I need to get ready for the morning. The well-rehearsed routine was gone. Wash kit...clothes...hmmm, something missing...oh yeah, I remember now! Lunch! Very important.
Twenty-one kilometers there, and the same back. Maybe I should have done some shorter rides on the weekends to prepare, but what the heck!
Cold and squelchy feet from cycling through puddles. Clenching circulation back into handle-bar-numbed hands. Saddle sore bum protesting its presence when I ride over the speed bumps on Lochside Drive. Oh yes! I remember that. But it's early days and I'll get used to it. I remember that, too.
Pulling wet socks and shoes back on for the ride home. Luckily the yuck factor doesn't last long.
Legs too tired to climb the kilometer-long hill at the end of the ride home. That, too, will come with a couple more trips.
The wind on my face. Wow! They've filled in those nasty potholes by Lochside Park. Checking off today on my calendar with a green pen to show a cycling day. Friendly greetings from fellow
Yes, I remember why it's all worth it.