When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race. ~H.G. Wells
Those chains that come with the real world have been dragging me down. Long hours at work, big life decisions, things I would rather not deal with. Between responsbilitily and the weather I was starting to worry I might never ride my bike again. The stars aligned last night though, and I hurried off to get in a ride.
Overdressed for the (rare) nice weather, I felt sweat run down my neck. Wonderous. Too many hours of spin class as of late left my legs feeling tight. The longer I spun, the more relaxed they become. The more relaxed I became. As the sun dropped low in the sky, I rode faster, pushed harder, wanted to go just a little farther. Life came back into focus; the static disapeared. Passerby smiled and slowed, happy to delay their return home. Just as the last light slipped beyond the horizon, I reached the parking lot. A final revolution of the pedals, and I was free.