I'll never forget my first official commute ride. The ride, unlike any previous rides, where the sole intent was to bike to work and back as opposed to driving. It was a planned ride ... and boy did I plan. It was almost overwhelming at first having to think of the things I needed to carry, how to get there, how long it'd take, what people at the office would think, etc., etc., etc.

But even though there have been many bumps along the way, I distinctly remember the grin I had pulling out of the garage. I felt like a little kid again. It was exhilirating.

This morning I'll throw the bike in the van, go with my entire family to my daughter's high school, drop her off, and hop on my bike to go to work again. And I guarantee you I'll be grinning the whole way.