Tell Me About it, Stud
Tell Me About it, Stud
OK. Fine. I will confess that…… the title of this post was a wee bit of a ruse to get your attention rather than the sordid tale you might have been hoping to read here. What this is really about is that I have been commuting by bike in late December on snowy and icy
There is a remarkable feeling of serenity I get when pedaling through the winter landscape. I often find myself riding over the tracks left by snowmobiles along the edge of the road, which, I suppose, is a hint that I am being foolish. Perhaps that is so, but I actually enjoy it. I guess that part of it is the pace, or lack thereof, that I am able to maintain. When I am not white-knuckling it through loosely packed snow, I notice the world around me, the softening of sounds, the subtle colors of a winter sunset, the flitting about of hearty birds, tracks left by deer when they crossed the road. When I get to the train in the morning or I get home at night, I don’t have the feeling of having conquered Mother Nature, but instead that I survived her harshness for a little while. The experience is both invigorating and humbling. While I am recovering from such rides, I take a moment to reflect on how much more it is possible to do since I had weight loss surgery 2-1/2 years ago, for which I am so grateful.
RP