Monday, January 30, 2012

Warm and Sunny, Quiet and Strong (in a bottle)


All days should be like this one

Spinning at a good rate for two and a half hours on a quiet path all to myself on a warm and sunny day with everything pretty much in balance made me wish that all days were like this one. Mid-70s, legs felt strong, no aches or fatigue, stress level low, breathing regular, heartbeat steady and calm.

This tunnel specially constructed to allow cactus to cross under the road to avoid traffic (I think)

The all-around goodness of this day and this ride made me recall my post, as if we were young and the days were ours. I was young. The day was mine. I must have done something right. Got enough rest last night. Dealt effectively with work stress. Accomplished what I needed to get done to clear my head. Did right by my back to help it de-inflame and baby those tense lower back nerves to calm the heck down. Kept the bike in good working order. Spent time with the family so that all was tranquil on the home front. Including powering through some fractions with the younger daughter and showing her some reduction tricks that seemed to nudge her ordered symbolic manipulation skills a few notches higher. Fractions: marks on the paper which have rules for converting into new marks on the paper, you just need to understand which rules are relevant, and how to apply them.

Cave Creek Wash TR: the spin zone (query to canal boffins: why does this trail alone merit a useful signpost?)

Could every day be like this one? My sense is no, but the question has been asked, and if answered negatively, triggers immediately the follow-up: why not? What about: almost? What about: generally similar to? Or, what was it about this day that might be distilled and dripped like tincture of excellence onto every day for the rest of them, until they run out? Dripped like the chain lube of the gods onto the links of the seconds of each day so that the spin of the hours is silent, smooth, and golden? Shedding the dust and the dirt of the world like some mad waxy mysophobic nanotech elixir. Extracted, stored in a handy bottle, apply liberally as needed for continued excellent days? 

If I acted as if I had such a bottle, and imagined using is thus, would it be so? Every day: mellow and golden, warm and sunny, quiet and strong, on a long, smooth ride.

Harmony chain lube: as if you were young and the days were yours
     

6 comments:

  1. i love those rides jra! i miss them through the winter but i am glad that you are able to so fully appreciate them and then share them here. steven

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    1. Ah, the fond memories of cycling to class across the windswept tundra-like prairie fighting frostbite and Total System Enfreezement (TSE). Brrr. Fat bike?

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  2. Those rides are priceless.....

    -Trevor

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    1. Although they don't really compare with riding from Edinburgh to Portsmouth.

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  3. The weather was fantastic all weekend. I don't get in a lot of long rides (family obligations) but I do get out and it's wonderful.

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    1. I'm still working on slowly motivating the rest of the family to ride more. The willingness is there, the bicycles are there, but the logistics of fitting cycling between other engagements are formidable.

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