The legs feel empty. The soul has no snap. It’s getting better though, every pedal stroke a little smoother. Your mind reminding your body, your body informing the bike, you bike leaving it’s mark on the sandy road.

It’s awkward, though. Like a first dance with a girl you’ve been friends with long before you thought of a date with her. It’s familiar and exciting but your body fails at being the image of grace you were before the new pressure of a relationship. Still, your partner understands your trepidation and takes it easy on you. There is a whole season to get that right.

The warmer days are well on their way. Spring is a season for pedaling the squares away.


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