“Today is a gift, that’s why we call it the present.” - Somebody, probably.
The last few iterations of this weblog have been concerned with much of the future, and some of it rightfully so. I have to worry about my Boi and his fight going forward. But this morning I only worried about the right now.
My homie, Bobki sent a text the other day to a few of us that ride together and have known each other a long time saying he was going to do the 18 Hours of Fruita solo and wanted to know if we all wanted to do it solo, you know, together.
I very much want to, obviously all depending on how the Boi is doing in his battle with cancer, so that’s worrying about tomorrow. Knowing if I want to do the 18 HoF I have to start doing something today, so if the opportunity presents itself, I’m ready to jump in and go. So I got the mountain bike down, dusted her off, pumped up the tires and shock and took a spin this morning, the first mountain bike ride in 77 days.
Do you remember that nervous feeling when you went back to school after a nice summer off? That’s kinda how I felt this morning heading out in the dark. I haven’t ridden my mountain bike in 2 1/2 months, so I didn’t know what to expect. Was a a little slow on the climbs? Sure. Was I a little squirrelly on the technical stuff and the descents? No doubt. But, there’s a reason that when you start doing something again that you haven’t done for a while people say “it’s like riding a bike.” And damn it was great. Was it my best ride? Not by a long shot, but it for sure reminded me why I want/need to ride.
Then, Mother Nature gave me another reason why it was a good morning to go for a spin. Had I not gone for a ride I would have missed this.
Yesterday, the Boi told me this is the best he’s felt in 6 months…it almost brings me to tears typing this. I don’t know how he feels today, but we’ll take that as a win. We’ll live in the moment for a bit, thinking that the Boi is doing better and I got a ride in this morning. Who knows what tomorrow holds, but we’ll get up tomorrow and give it another whirl.


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