After a winter of cold walks, and a run of days hot as mid summer, I dusted off my bike and went for the first ride of the season. I’ve been slowly moving towards my goals, working with my physio after back surgery, bending, stretching, gardening, and now riding my bike.
The wobbly feeling of un-use goes away quickly, muscle memory keeps it upright as the bike allows me to soar the pavement. It’s exciting to be able to do these simple things once again. I’m grateful for the “you don’t know what you’ve lost until it’s gone” ringing true in my head. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I was out there cruising down the hills, peddling furiously upwards, wind in my face.
It’s been almost a year.
It’s a bit of a stretch to disembark but it’s only logistics, mind over matter, or in this case leg over bike seat.
My first ride of the season
The heady rush of knowing only your legs make the pedals fly. Propelling feet forward in continuous circles, tires humming, wind whipping escaped hair outside of the helmet.
Scenery blurs, as it rushes by, greens blended with browns, sharp garden colors jar the sidelines.
The gentle hill leading away moves gracefully into downward facing dog, bike coasts past farms and fields, glides with ease, digging deeper forgotten until later.
Rough jar from the winter ploughed pavement jittery to the spine, lift from the legs, tighten the core, be one with the road, or walk stiffly tomorrow.
Eyes water, air cools. Road dips, horse neighs, stream flows with spring run off, masking the whirling sounds of the birds as they startle from verdant green leaves into tall branches, foraging interrupted.
The sound of their rushed flight mocked by the wind that whistles through the helmet, shake out the arms soft ache, feel fingers cool.
Sharp trilling call of the pheasant soars from far over the fields coming to rest on the fence. Brilliant plumage, radiant colors reflect late sun. He stops territorially surveying his world, to acknowledge an appearance, I’m ignored as wheels pass. A moving presence no threat to his harem of mud brown hens, pause to click the camera, small speck on the screen proof that he is no myth.
Elusive this spring, only echos of his cries heard.
Beyond the pond, green filled with lush, a different perspective after the cold, deep dark, its new season teeming with life.
Test the brakes gently, good thought, might have done so before, belief that all would be well works out fine after a winter of slumber. Last summer’s neglect make this first ride of the season, real, a rush, a moment, a memory.
A joy to experience once again.
Wheels slow, feet drag, legs stretch. The shade of a clump of trees welcome, even as bugs swirl through the helmet determined to find a face. Breathe deep of the mountains, search the clouds mingled with the turquoise sky for rain.
Glance at the ground, count wild flowers at the edge of the ditch, move the feet.
Peddles twirl, feet airborne, legs increase momentum and the ride home rolls on.
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