There is a simple joy about riding. There is a freedom that comes with setting out on the road and just plotting a course and then making detours along the way. Running doesn’t afford me this joy because, well frankly, I am way too slow and really don’t like it. Whether I am riding into work, taking a 50 mile spin on the road, rollin over logs in the Watershed or most recently peddling through the snow I always find a release. Others call this “balcony time” where you are free to let your mind run wild and dream. In college I use to have this time in the pool with the rhythm of my strokes clearing my head so that I could map out papers, youth lessons or great inventions that I will one day make.
Where do you find this kind of time?
