The previous night’s rain did little to damper my plans. I stretch and wolf down a little breakfast before assembling my bike for some early morning trail riding in Trailside Park.
The cool Fall air is perfect as I ride these hills. Although I don’t bike anywhere near as often as I did, the world view from two wheels is still awesome.
Trailside opens up to some more technical dirt tracks that head up into the hills. Feeling adventurous, I deviate and work my way up the mountain. Mud flies and water spins in my spokes.
I can only go for a couple of hours, as my energy and health isn’t the same as it was in previous decades.
I won’t let that stop me from doing what I love though.
Time…distance….none of that matters to me anymore. I just need to keep moving.
I need to keep breathing.
I need to enjoy the small joys of life, like mud speckled to my back from a day of biking in the hills of Park City.