Friday evening, a speed run to the greenway. Having done longer rides the previous week then allowing time to recover, I felt pretty great. Could have been a PR contender on that run except I caught both lights, and at the first light a police cruiser came screaming through with me off to the side during the green, and the light lost track of me and never gave me another green arrow, so no PR that day.

Saturday evening a long one (long for me, not for anyone else here). I wanted to see if I could get to the uni downtown from way up north where I live. I made it in good time, taking the direct route, but got lost on the way back in a giant office park after dark with curvy roads all over and ended up with 3h21m in the saddle. Two days recovery following.

I know this feeling and love it. That moment of solitude and serenity. You can hear the world; you can feel your feelings; you can hear yourself think. It's a big part of why I'm fit now, again, after 20 years of working in front a computer and doing not much else. The memory of this feeling is a motivator that never fails to keep me going back in the hope of more of it.