Having not been on my bike in a few days I set out for a 45 mile ride today. And I realized, somewhere around mile 15, the purpose of this activity: This is an exercise with a primary purpose of allowing a far-off part of the body to explain unique pains to the central nervous system.
I do like it. And though they should arrive earlier and stay longer, the endorphins that kicked in at mile 36 were glorious.
There is an easy five mile route near home and, for a moment, I considered hanging on to make a nice round number. But I realized I was mostly freewheeling from mile 40 on. I’m blaming the red lights.
Grading today. I’m going to say this, and almost exclusively this, for the better part of the next week. May as well get used to it.
