I got out of work yesterday and there was NO RAIN. The temps had dropped to the mid-to-upper 70's - the perfect evening to take Cha-Cha out for a spin. Yea, I had a bunch of other stuff to do, but getting in a ride was the most important.
So I got home, dinked around for just a bit, geared up and got Clementine out of bed. As I was crossing the catwalk to get to the elevator, I looked into the courtyard and saw that it was raining. Oh, crap. But I went anyway. I decided just doodle through the park in case it got to really pouring or if lightening started - the park is very close to home. So off I went. The rain quit and went on ahead and did a ten mile loop.
Let me just say this - I f'n LOVE my thighs. LOVE THEM. Shocking, I know. It is to me, too. For all my entire life, I've hated my thighs - my thunder thighs. I hated them until I started cycling. There is something about that first full leg stroke down in the parking garage where the power in my legs, through the magic of muscle, physics and gear ratios, transfers itself to Ms. Peddleford and we are OFF. Like a sprinter! I've endured a lot of exercise in my time. A lot! And yes, there is a great deal of satisfaction to have completed some task/mission/milestone. Been there, done that. But I have never experienced JOY while doing it. As I was talking with Tena the other day - there is such a feeling of power and lightness and "WHEEEEEE" when cycling. So much so, that it has made me love my thighs. I no longer have "thunder thighs", I have f'n ROCKET BOOSTERS!
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Get yourself a rocket.