The First 100 Miles
Great news! My tailbone is really feeling great from my freak accident riding on the ice. Who knew . . . More great news . . . I’m riding again, and I’m sore. Sore from pedaling through mud up to my rims as the paths thaw. Sore from putting my sausage and bacon winter weight on my sits bones. Sore from battling the spring wind just down from the Tundra. I rode three days last week, four this week, and kept wondering if that person from last year was going to get my bike out and get on it and ride without complaint. She did not. Stubborn and churlish.
But I got home tonight and realized that I had rolled over my first 100 miles in 2017. These are the hardest, the most grueling and most soul-searching. And luckily, they are also soon forgotten. Like childbirth, the pain and seemingly endless struggle will be soon forgotten. And the habit of grabbing my bike over my keys will win. And I will be happy. Happy to be lost for hours in the saddle as I contemplate the large looming things of life. Happy to just be riding. Happy to be making a difference and sharing the culture of two-wheel travel.
But for now, I urge you to get your bike. If you have a bike, give it a little loving tune up, check the tires, chain, brakes, and all that jazz. I do a once-over, cleaning off the dirt and dust and abuse of last year (strictly out of shame) and then I ask a professional to give it a once over. Clean your bike bags, check your locks find the keys and remember the combination. Adjust your helmet with a quick online tutorial. All of this in preparation to head out on adventures. Ride to save the gas. Ride to be in better shape. Ride to burn off your layer of winter warmth. Ride to work. Ride to get the mail. Ride to impress a certain someone . . . but ride.
In about a month, when the sunshine promises to fill us all up with enough vitamin D that we could bottle it, I encourage you to be prepared to be outside, on two wheels, loving it all up.