I took an intentional week off last week to get away and do some songwriting and reading. I’m super excited about some of the music that I brought home with me, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with you all soon! Stay tuned!
But for today, I’m thinking a lot about bears.
I think that cyclists are a good bit like bears. Summertime we’re extremely active. Winter comes, and we curl up inside with a whole bunch of fattening food and we hibernate. We call it quits. We take extra naps.
Now, I’m trying to manage my hibernation a little bit. I’ve been pretty good about getting to the gym for spin classes and weight lifting. These things are active, and a little bit like riding a bike, but they are not riding a bike. They are a cheap substitute. They are like wanting a gourmet steak and settling for the McDonald’s drive through. But, I’m in hibernation mode, so I convinced myself that I was fine with all of this.
And then Thursday happened.
It was 60 degrees outside, so I grabbed the bike and went to South Park for a ride. I didn’t have a whole lot of time, but I made the most of what I had. I hit up a couple of hills. I had to negotiate closed road gates, because the roads I usually hit up were closed for the winter. I felt the wind in my hair. I wore fingerless gloves. I remembered what I loved about this sport.
I think hibernation is over.
Starting Wednesday this week, I’m taking the bike to work. I don’t care what the weather is. Sure it’ll be cold. There may even be some snow. But I miss it too much. Every morning that I wake up and take my car to work, my bright orange bike stares at me with tears in its eyes. So I’m going to take it out a bit more. I’m gonna get the tires wet. I’m going to ride.
The bear is waking up. Time to get on the bike!