The joy of riding

Some days it's really important to ride for the joy of riding, To take off the heart rate monitor, the speedo, the cadence counter and just ride. I did just that tonight and rode for an hour in the beautiful crisp cool night. No wind, hardly any traffic and nothing to train for, get to or push against. Just riding because I want to.

It's times like this to just let myself go and ride for the fun of it. As slow as I want, as hard as I want and I'll never know just how fast or slow and I don't care. I even rode through a few of the roadside puddles just because I could. With my daggy mudguards and my uber goretex socks, I can do that sort of stuff, even when it's four degrees.

I've had an absolutely monster couple of days at work and the next few look like being just as bad. The kids are in bed, the dishes done, school lunches for tomorrow in the fridge, chooks in the pen, cows in the back paddock. It's time for a ride.

As I ride I'm carried by an silent beat, a cosmic tailwind, wafting through the night.

I'm having a daydream, we're getting somewhere
I'm kissing your lips and running fingers through your hair
I'm as nervous as you 'bout making it right
Though we know we were wrong, we can' t give up the fight
Oh no

'Cause you and me we're meant to be
Walking free in harmony
One fine day we'll run away
Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day

Morcheeba- Rome Wasn't Built In A Day

Singing that song just makes me want to get home to my wonderful wife, Kerrie. I'm just a big sooky NancyBoy today. Some days I put so much energy into my bike, other days I can take it back. I guess it's a rest day.