Shaking out the cobwebs

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…

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…