A MORNING RIDER.
“Hey Brian, we’re going out on a lunchtime ride. You in?”
“I’m gonna be doing a little afternoon road ride. You should come along.”
I’m a morning rider. It’s my favorite time to ride. It’s practically the only time I ride. When I was about 10 I started close to 15 straight years of “early morning practice.” I was in a freezing pool at 6:00am for swimming or water polo. 4000 yards before most other kids’ parents even started barking at them to get their arses out of bed for school. And it’s stuck.
Nothing like waking up in the cold air. And the glow that lasts ‘til lunch.
But every once in a while life does its thing and the only time to ride is in the afternoon. It happened today. Not good, but I did it.
The light was different and all wrong. The air was, too. The people out on the trail were different from my usual morning crew (who the hell is THAT dude with his dogs?). I’m thinking, “I’m definitely not a day rider.”
All that and it was still…really wonderful. Why?
Because the light and air was all different and so were the people. It was fresh. New. And it was a bike ride.
I am still hooked on morning rides but part of me knows I should break this dependence because 24 Hours In The Old Pueblo is mere months away. I need to get my body used to exertion at all hours. I need to get out of the rut.
Will I get out on those afternoon rides more often? Will I join in the after-work group jaunts? Will it stick?
Hopefully. At least until late February.