On good days: There’s something about being on the trail, traveling somewhere (especially somewhere new), getting to think to myself, and enjoy nature that gets me out of bed at the butt-crack of dawn on my days off. And if it’s 50-60 degrees outside? I could ride forever! Also, the incentive to achieve my goal of 100 miles in a day (last year I got to 84, the year before was 76, the year before that was around 67) is always there.
On bad days: I think about (or look up online) some far off restaurant that I’ve wanted to visit and my stomach just seizes control of my body after that.
On the worst days: When I’m in a foul mood, and life makes me feel like throwing my hands up in the air and say, “I give up!”, there’s a little voice in my head that tells me, “But you like biking. Go do that!” Always seems to lift my spirits, if not get me some new ideas on solving whatever problem(s) causing said worst day.
On the dangerous days: Although I don’t do icy weather because I don’t have ice skates for wheels (yet), a good summer thunderstorm, complete with blustery winds, near-horizontal rain, booming thunder, and crackling lightning is a bit of a rush. I have clothes hangers on my shower rack almost year-round for drying my wet biking clothes.
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