Back on the bike today after an absence of one month and one day.; the longest time away for many years – right back to the years BC (before cycling).
How good to be back. I’m not quite in character yet. Not yet Miss Scarlet, whizzing along the green lane, heart bursting with feel-good hormones and caution thrown to the four winds.
This was more Miss Cautious, in a reasonable gear on undemanding terrain, consciously ignoring the cycle computer. Poor stats are too upsetting.
But it was enough. A lot has happened while I’ve been shut up indoors looking out of the windows at the sky and the way the breeze is blowing the tree tops and feeling the draught through the open window and wondering how that translates to the feeling when you’re flying along a main road with the traffic noise vyeing with the wind in your ears and the nose getting as cold as a dog’s.
A lot has happened while I’ve been watching and rewatching the movie of a ride I know to be heart-soaringly good, until I know when the sun will appear from behind the clouds and where tall trees turn the road into a mottled leafy tunnel with light at the end and the squeal of maladjusted brakes signals The End.
Autumn has happened – everywhere, Mother Nature’s wonderful metallic palette of golds, coppers and bronzes. Leaves crunching beneath the wheels. Fallen twigs and inconsiderate farmers flaying blackthorn hedges and letting the cuttings strew the cycleway. Guaranteed punctures usually but not today. Not even a blackthorn spike was going to deflate the pleasure of those circular rhythms and the easy familiar feel of me and the bike being conjoined again.