{"id":573893165,"date":"2021-04-14T21:02:52","date_gmt":"2021-04-15T01:02:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573893165"},"modified":"2021-04-15T23:14:26","modified_gmt":"2021-04-16T03:14:26","slug":"to-put-the-sun-at-your-back-and-the-wind-in-your-face","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2021\/04\/14\/to-put-the-sun-at-your-back-and-the-wind-in-your-face\/","title":{"rendered":"To put the sun at your back and the wind in your face"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was a lovely afternoon for a bike ride. I did not dawdle, and so we set out for an hour, with the slightest chill in the shade and the perfect amount of warmth in the sun. <\/p>\n

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It could be that the wind whisked it all away. Wind is the thing that demands the most of us. It’s a cycling thing — some 30 percent of your energy, says the almost-science\/sorta-old-wives-tale, is devoted to overcoming wind resistance. It’s also a regional thing. Nothing moves the seasons here like the wind. And today things were moving. <\/p>\n

So was she. I looked down and looked up, that’s all it took, and she’d put that gap in between us. My lovely wife is up there, powering her way through some ridiculous gear. If you peer into the picture you can just make her out, small dots in the middle-distance. Sometimes you can’t blink and she’ll be gone. When she does that I have to use all the tricks I know to pull my way back up. <\/p>\n

I can never tell her all the tricks or she’ll be up the road and it’ll just be me back here with my shadow.<\/p>\n

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Or, if you prefer the video version … <\/p>\n