Earlier this afternoon, as I was sitting on my couch, I looked out the window and wondered, why am I not outside right now? It was beautiful and warmer then usual for an October day. But, I just didn’t feel like walking. I had no motivation to drive to a park and trek through the trees. Odd yes, but it happens. As the day progressed, I decided to at least open the windows to enjoy the fresh air. This led to me walking out on the porch and deciding to put away my outdoor things before it got cold–this included my bicycle. I hadn’t rode it in quite a while, and it was taking a beating from the fall weather. I’m a leisure rider–hybrid bike only good for about 20 miles on a gravel trail, so the idea that I would use it in the winter–silly. It was time to retire it downstairs.
I live in an apartment building with a storage unit. Imagine my surprise when the short walk from my porch to the storage unit turned into a six mile, 45 minute ride on the local rails to trails! It all started when I got on it just to test out the tires, but I kept finding my legs pedaling towards the trail head close to my home. Since this was a complete surprise, I was definitely not wearing the proper clothing nor did I bring any water, and I had to carry my camera and keys in my hand. But that didn’t stop the exhilaration I felt coasting down the big hill at 30 mph and entering the trail surround by fall trees. The chilly wind gave me goosebumps on my bare arms, and my throat became parched from the cold, but it was worth it. It was a short ride, by most cyclist standards, and I had a great time trying to snap shots of the scenery without getting off my bike, waving hello to all the dog walkers and runners, and experiencing that satisfaction and contentment that only the great outdoors can bring me.
This was of course, until I realized I had to ride back up that hill……
Groundhog sightings: 1
Stops made while climbing up the hill: 2