There is something about simple repetition. The continuous pedal strokes. Your mind can shut off bringing greater awareness to the cold air entering your lungs and the sound of your breath exiting the body. The sound of your bike chain as you travel down a familiar bike trail. I needed it today. It was my therapy. Without getting into details, my first dog was diagnosed with cancer and his life is expected to end much shorter than I would have thought.
Anyway, today’s ride was a simple 10 miles in a little harder gear than I needed but the effort was a good. Weather was 46F and the sun was shining. My neck and back started tensing which is why I didn’t go the full 20 miles. That should make my physical therapist happy.
Here is a pic of my first dog, as well as the best dog anyone could ever be lucky enough to have, Riley:
