I was half asleep...I think I still had crusties in the corners of my eyes...morning breath?--for sure.
Sexy..I know.
But...I pedal on. Had to push through.
Push through the sluggish desire to remain in the comfort of my squishy bed.
Push through the dreary soundtrack in my head.
Push through the thought of inhaling several clouds of gnats hovering above the breathtaking bundles of spring flowers.
Oblivious to my surroundings...other than the never-ending alertness to automobiles, or motorized vehicle of any kind. I pause to cross the road at my normal juncture....and I am somewhat startled by a group of 6 or 7 men on road-bikes. I guess I'm startled, because I'm the only rider in these here parts, (other than JB, of course...and he's neighborhood King.)
Anyhow...my point is this.
I observed their tight formation.
Their speed.
Their age...and yes...probable station in life.
Couldn't help it.
I noticed how...other than their friendly "HELLO"..."MORNIN'"...
Other than the two-wheels they rode on.....EVERYTHING was different from me.
And....
I liked it.
I was different.
I had my own look.
A Different bike.
My own speed.
My own path.
They may have had a "head start"
A..."warm-up", if you will....
But my path???
where I am at???
Is EXACTLY where I need to be.
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