......disappeared.
It had been one of those weeks at work with nothing but
stress and not enough hours in the day. I hadn't managed to
fit any type of workout in all week and by Friday I was
climbing the walls. I split from work a little early, came
home and grabbed the bike and dashed off to the local
trail. I started out in a bit of a hurry. I wanted to go
ride, but had relatives visiting and kid duties to attend
to in the evening.
Once I hit the trail I left it all behind. Without even
trying, I was able to focus on nothing but the ride. After
the first two miles, I was totally unconcious of the bike.
It was just lungs, legs, hands, and the trail. The bike just
completely disappeared under me. The trail itself wasn't
difficult, but it's twisty and rooty and had a few mudholes
left from the last rain. I found myself gliding over bumps,
hitting lines through the root infested corners, totally
aware of the trail without having to think about it. I was
turning corners with little more than a lean and the flick
of my knee. The shifters seemed to be operating almost of
their own accord. I was completely attuned to the ride and
wholly unconcious of it at the same time.
It was a good ride. I wish every ride could be like that.
Tom