It’s been three weeks since I’ve ridden a road bike. My time has been spent in the woods.
Watching the leaves, relearning to corner and how to pick a line. Seeing the sunset every night amidst a sea of color.
Going faster and smoother than ever before. It’s been three weeks of a smile every day. T-shirts and cutoffs – no hats, just caps.
But today it was time to go back to the road. Faster and further than I could go on the leafy trails of Cochran Shoals. I head north, under the shadow of a hundred million dollar stadium.
Past million dollar cargo jets – touch and go all evening. I make it to Marietta, Kennesaw mountain and climb. All ride my legs have felt strong, like I could pedal forever.
Riding Sope Creek every day has made me strong. I wish I felt like this all the time.