So Long, Jim
What a beautiful morning. I'm sitting on our deck and trying to convince myself that it's okay to take a day off from riding or being active in one way or another and to give my body a chance to recover from a very active previous week—that it's okay to be still and allow the world to go on without me. It's my nature to always be moving. Plus, I'm a little sore. I've only allowed myself one day off this month. Recovery days are more important than ever as I enter my mid-60s but it's something I'm still coming to terms with. A hummingbird buzzes past my head; the whir of its wings alerting me to its presence while a yellow and black butterfly flitters among the hanging flower baskets that surround me. I've been enjoying my time spent riding lately as much as I have in several years. Last week's rides were a good mix of mountain biking, gravel, and road riding. Sometimes I marvel at the ability of something so simple as a bicycle to give me as muc