I rode fast today. FAST. At times, as I flew down the west side highway, heart pumping, breathing hard, I could only laugh it felt so good.
This driven, competitive side of me is coming back. I haven't felt it in longer than I can remember. I was riding with friends this morning, third out of 3 and suddenly I had to move. It was more like MOVE. I sped past and then fought to keep pace with a guy up ahead, determined not to lose him as he skirted the edge of the river.
I didn't catch up. But I never lost sight of him.
I was so focused so present so in the moment so aware of the blood pumping through my heart.
It's been hours. I'm still high.
I can't wait to ride again.