View from the handle bars

Today I lost my mind. I couldn't take it any more and I had to get out. I have been hearing my bike calling me for months and this morning I finally answered. My assignments could wait; the midterm is days away.

It felt good to ride again, to get lost in the games with traffic, to turn off my mind and be one with the bike and the world around me. With a thought, Wellington Street became a highway in the Alps. I saw another cyclist out and I had no urge to catch her, as I would have in the past. I merely waved and pedaled on. Even though I never left town, never passed another cyclist, and never got into the big chainring, today was good.

Should I have been working? Yes. Did I make the right decision? Absolutely.