Another great global warming ride in January. A bit chillier than last weekend, but still dry, and the slightly cooler temperatures thinned out the herds of people on the bike paths, just a little. It’s nice not having to compete with the traffic, and the extra glare from all of our bright pacific northwest winter skin… these eyes are ready for summer, but maybe not that ready, yet.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have any competitive ambitions when pedaling. There are several reasons I have taken to pedaling, far more important than wanting to go really, really fast, but honestly, I like to go really, really fast, and I want to be, really, really fast. That being said, I’m figuring out that I’m more of an endurance rider (I have been the same with swimming, not necessarily quick at a single lap, but I can motor boat non-stop, continuing long after those fast lap sprinters). Also, it does bring me some level of satisfaction, keeping pace with, or even passing others, knowing that I can’t really mobilize off of the trike, or out of the pool, without the assistance of my begrudged forearm crutches, or DocMcStuffins, the wheelchair.
Humbling and motivating.
This probably, no, does sounds elitist, but at these times, I’d like to say to others: “Your excuses are invalid.”
Faster still, a little at a time. The 40 mile barrier has now been broken. Watch your rear view mirrors, I’m trying.