A Ride for Cyclists..
by Cyclists
Today when my alarm crows good morning, I smile. It’s
Sunday in June, and it’s going to be a great day!
A peak through the curtains confirms it: the rain has held off, and I can see bits of blue already. I force my mind to go through my checklist—helmet, gloves, water bottle, sun screen—but I start to hum. All the way to Century Village I’m remembering last year—rolling vistas in the early morning light, the red fox that I followed for a half mile, watching the Amish families snug in their buggies, riding with old friends and chatting with new ones, spinning over the well-marked country roads, watermelon at the rest stop, conquering the Huff Avenue hill, and the welcoming aromas of the pasta buffet at the finish.
I was tired—but the good kind of tired. I’m going to challenge myself with a longer route this year, and I’m going to reward myself with an extra cookie!