Mountain biking never leaves me at a loss for metaphors. Today was no exception. Temps soared into the mid fifties, and I took the opportunity to head out to Batchelor Street for some trail riding. Each year I make my first mountain bike ride at Batchelor, and I always, always forget just how tough Batchelor…
Month: March 2011
Sprung
Five whole months. That’s how long it has been since I last rode outside. This was in part, intentional. But I haven’t been off the bike this long since pregnancy, since the surgery that followed. For at least 5 years. When the babysitter arrived I opened the door for her and realized just how beautiful it…