Bags of Bran

Hibernation, Motivation
February 20, 2014, 10:54 am
Filed under: Bike, Biography

Yesterday I went for a ride. To know me is to know that I do that on occasion, but if one looks over from his screen at his calendar, one will notice that it is February, and one will probably say something like “It’s February! Does he not realize that it’s February? Because it is!” I would have to concede that it is most certainly February, and has been for several days now. But when you get an invitation to go for a four-hour ride in February, you just go, especially when the schedule is open. You also tend to forget that you don’t do a lot of four-hour rides in the summer, let alone during hibernation season. You (by which, the reader has probably deduced, I mean “I”) don’t remember that four hours is a long time until about two hours have elapsed and the legs have presented you with a signed petition to go back to bed and sleep for another hour or so.

I deployed the Jens Voigt stratagem of hissing “shut up, legs!” at my lower limbs as my guide, who had ridden 50 miles the previous day, led me up and down the low bluffs of the Minnesota River valley. The legs were still putting up a clamorous fuss regarding the ill-advised fat bike race I did on Saturday; Adam seemed to be doing just fine. The legs just needed to just do their job without making a big stink about it. Sullenly, they complied.

It’s still warm today. A Major and A Minor are out of the house for a few hours, and a snow storm is coming. I could go and ride again, but I looked over at the calendar just now, and noticed that it’s February.


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