So after like 6 weeks not riding
I finally got back on the bike - just 20km around the neighborhood, but a gorgeous day and nice to be rolling again.
Pointless existential observation of the day:
So I'm on my fave type of road - very slight downhill - your eyes tell you it's flat but all of a sudden you're stronger than you think.
I pump it up to 40 kph and I'm feeling studly. Then it enters my brain that this is just short of the peak speed Usain Bolt reaches in the 100m sprint.
I imagine him blowing past me
on foot and come to the inescapable conclusion that I suck.
That is all.