The Ride

It never gets easier, you just get faster.

– Greg Lemond, professional cyclist, three-time winner of the Tour De France

It’s Summer. I feel the wind rush through my hair and across my body. I feel alive. I feel free. I feel good. My heart is pumping but not too hard. I see the sunset in the distance and pass the countryside and feel good. This is right where I want to be.

I am on my bike and do not have a care in the world. I am not thinking about anyone. I am only thinking about what I am seeing around me. I pass the old church that reminds me of the Civil War. It reminds me of history.

My legs feel good. The blood is flowing to them, and they do not hurt. My mind is clear. I am thinking only of what surrounds me and how I feel.

I make my first turn to the left, what I call the BH loop. I pass long bushes that have grown along the fences of cow pastures. There are probably berries growing there. I look along them as I ride past to look any kind of berry and make another turn to the left that sends me moving faster. Perfect.

It feels good outside. The weather is about 75-80 degrees. The sun is setting and it will be dark in 30 minutes to an hour. I am on my last stretch before I get home.

I am finally almost home and am on a straight road to get to my house. I see pastures and cows. I moo at them. They only stare back in confusion.

I am alone but talk on my ride to myself. I tell myself motivating things. I tell myself these things to motivate myself not only on the ride, but in life.

I am on the gravel driveway that leads to my house. It’s bumpy but I would rather have a bumpy last five minute stretch of ride at the end than get off my bike and walk. I follow my usual route beside the pool in front of the house so my puppy can happily greet me.

She knows the routine – I do this every day. She runs at me and starts barking in case I’m a stranger. I put the bike up along with my helmet and show her that I am no stranger, I am only one of her best friends who she loves to chew on every day.

She is happy to see me and I pick her up. I put her down and go inside the house and take off the rest of my gear. Supper is ready and my parents are already eating their supper. It gets dark outside finally, and I feel cozy and happy. I am content, had a good ride, and have a cute puppy. No amount of money can buy the happiness I have in these moments.

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