I’m not one who likes to sleep in. Morning is my favorite time of day, not that I’m up at the crack of dawn, I’m not. But why is it 7 a.m. seems so much more tolerable on weekends than weekdays? During the week I want to roll over and ignore the alarm at 7 a.m. Weekends on the other hand, I don’t even need to set the alarm, 7 a.m. is when I naturally wake up. I’m more ambitious at 7 a.m., well, weekends anyway.
Let’s take Sunday morning, I was enjoying my first latte and chopping rhubarb for pie at 7 a.m. I love making pie and eating it is even better! After I took the pie out of the oven I threw on my bike shorts, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, tossed on my cap and backpack and hit the trail near my home for a morning bike ride. What a great way to start the day!
I happened to throw my Nikon in the backpack and decided instead of my usual rigorous 10 mile ride, I was going to enjoy a leisurely pedal through the park and stop along the way to snap a few photos to capture the beauty of the morning.
The regional park near my home has a lake with a 3 1/2 mile trail around it. It was a particularly beautiful morning; crisp and clear. The park was active with early morning bicyclists, roller blade enthusiasts, joggers and walkers. Families were already congregating and setting up for quality time together; I saw balloons attached to picnic tables, dads setting up ladder ball and mom’s organizing picnic tables. Pass the potato salad please!
I got a chuckle out of this bobber stuck in the tree. Oh my, I’ve experienced that same hazard many times bass fishing.
Getting close to nature, breathing in the fragrance of the forest and listening to the birds singing, grounds me. In many ways I’m a city girl, yet my soul yearns for wide open spaces.
It’s not about the number of miles I ride, it’s about the view from the handlebars.