I have been
enjoying a rare run of sleeveless bicycle commutes. It is a treat to wake up
and check the outside temperature and confirm it is within a couple of degrees
of sixty. It makes everything so
simple. Bibs, liner, jersey, socks,
shoes, go.
Just so we are
all on the same page, go means I’m on the road a bit before 5:30 AM.
Since we excel
at normalizing everything it has taken my past two commutes to realize the
sunrise is getting later and a headlight will be required soon. Very soon.
Slapping a
headlight on my helmet doesn’t create an emotion. Having to admit that the door is starting to
close on summer, however, makes me sad.
Pausing for a bite before we fly down Buck Mountain
The end of
summer has historically been an exciting time for me. In my youth it signaled the return to school
and resuming of athletic competition. In
those days it was Cross Country and Track. The chance to get some payoff for the hard
training I did in the summer was exciting. In my middle age that competition has been
Cyclocross and my heart still gets atwitter with anticipation.
There is plenty
of summer left and there is much I still want to do.
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