Yesterday was one of those days where almost nothing went right. It was as though life was holding a sign over my head that said, “Suck punch! Take your shot.” Work was one disaster after another and shortly behind it the personal life followed. By the time I got home I was so mad at the world that I knew I had to go relive some frustration. So I hoped on my bike and rode.
Riding and running have always been my safety valve but the bike is especially comforting. Maybe because it can fill so many needs and enable so many desires. Whatever it is, I am grateful for my bike.
I hope we both have a much better Thursday!