If I had three hands, I still couldn’t quite count to how many days it’s been since I was on a bike. A combination of things, really, chief among them 1,200 miles of driving to Colorado, but suffice to say this morning’s ride to the 720 and this evening’s ride home felt a little strange.
What did I learn in tonight’s ride?
- I’ve been leaning on my front brakes a bit too much. At least, that’s what I thought. As it turns out, I was a dummy and didn’t check to make sure the little lever that engages the brakes was flipped down. Stupid me.
- Traffic felt light. I don’t know if the time of day – 5 pm – or people still working their way back into the real world after a holiday season, but the roads felt sort of empty.
- Of course, every time I started to feel comfortable and looked up at the gathering darkness through the trees on Fourth, I hit a divot or a pothole or a crack or found myself staring into oncoming headlights.
- And what shape I was in? Gone, melted away like snow on a sunny day. It’s going to a steep learning curve for my legs, I’m afraid.
In the spirit of New Year’s Resolutions, I thought I’d try to keep track of my mileage. I’m certainly not out to break 6,000 miles (and congratulations Will!), but it might be a fun project (and one totally adopted from Will’s). Tonight’s ride? 11.42 miles. It’s a start.