My first ride of spring. After over four years of posting to this blog, I could just about plagiarize myself and copy a previous year's first ride of spring post because I know they all say the same thing: I have a ridiculous grin on my face as I pedal by the snowbanks and get passed by trucks pulling snowmobiles.
This year, I could have actually gone for a ride a month ago, and I almost did just to say I'd ridden Madeleine in February. Alas, inertia took over and I never got out. Today, however, was a fabulous day for a first ride. Sun peeking through high, thin clouds, 45 degrees, and dry pavement on the highway. There's not much else I could ask for.
The year's first ride is always a short one for me - just 10 miles. I find I need to ease my body into cycling each spring. No matter how much running, snowshoeing, skiing, or anything else I do, my wrists, butt, and knees need to adapt to the particular stresses of cycling. Happily, if the weather holds, I'll be good to go within a couple of weeks.
Last fall, as I started running more and riding less, Thane predicted that my passion for cycling would be overcome by my new love for running. Admittedly, in my creative life I do have a tendency to do one thing exclusively and then throw it over for a new love, but I pooh-poohed him on this one.
Even I was starting to wonder recently. I've been running off and on all winter as weather and road conditions have permitted. I didn't take a single spinning class, and my one jaunt on a fat-tired bike was not a success. It would have been reasonable to think my passions had changed again.
A hundred yards on Madeleine put to rest that ridiculous idea. My big cheesy smile would have told you that.
I do like running. I love that I get a good, hard, sweaty workout while burning lots of calories. I love the sense of accomplishment I still feel after running even three miles, and how I still can't believe I'm actually a runner. But...
Nothing can replace the sense of peace cycling gives me. It's a rare day that rolling down the road doesn't make me feel like all is right with the world and my place in it. I wish that I could just keep pedaling forever. Trust me, I never feel like I could run forever.
I foresee a summer that accommodates both activities. One of my physical goals for the summer is to run a half marathon (13.1 miles). I also plan to again ride the 65-mile Tour de Cure in June to raise money for diabetes prevention and research. Clearly, I will need to train for both events. Yay! Lots of running and riding are ahead of me.
Until then, namaste, y'all.