Love letter

I rode for miles and miles last night, and instead of getting tired or sore, my legs got stronger and happier. Okay, I felt a little stiffness in the muscles on the way back, but only because I'd stopped for a little while and sat down.

Today it is 85 degrees, perfect beach weather, and I am contemplating whether I can get back on the bike and ride there. I am totally jonesing for it, as we used to say in the bad old days. It's not just that I'd like to be at the beach - in fact, it's hardly that at all.

When I woke up my very first thought (other than Shut That Kid Up! to the parents of the child whose piping-high screams had woken me up from outside) was, oh I want to get on my bike right NOW!

I have work to do, and I am feeling surprisingly motivated to do it today rather than put it off till tomorrow (which will be thunderstormy), and I keep thinking, what if my legs blow up on the way there (or back). That would be bad.

But it's funny that not only do I still want to ride, I want to ride immediately. I don't even want to give them (legs) a few hours to recuperate. I only slept for four hours. I have no one to ride there with. I don't even care. It makes me think I should plan a big bicycle tour sooner rather than later. It makes me think I can totally ride across the country if I want to. It makes me think that maybe my love of laps is not primarily about the boys, but about the bike. About what I have jokingly described as my one true love, and my boyfriend, and -well- I'm not going to tell you his name, but he does have one.

He's certainly a lot more consistent than the human kind.