Waking up to a cacophony of white noise and unanswerable questions inside my head was not the best start to the day - I sat - I procrastinated - I got really freakin’ annoyed with myself and I knew that the only to rescue the day was to turn crank.
Life has so many questions at the minute and not many answers, juggling too many balls and catching none of them, the only way I can eliminate the fuzz and quiet the brain is to turn crank, doesn’t matter what way it is done so long as it happens before the noise builds and my brain explodes.
The ice on the pavement was an early indicator to just how cold the air temperature was, the low winter sun offered a coating of yellow if not heat to the day, pitch perfect riding conditions once wrapped in wool.
There was no mission today other than to pedal until the brain went still, much of the ride was spent in a hypnotic daze induced by the metronomic clicking of my left pedal - circle, click, circle, click - only the barking of a distant dog awaking me from my rhythmic breathing.
I stopped at some stage close to the 20 mile mark to stretch my legs on the motorway overpass watching lives pass by underneath, part wondering where they were going, part not caring, part glad I was out of a tin coffin breathing in the winter morning.
I may not have answered any of my questions on the ride but at least the white noise was turned off for just another day at least.
Saturday afternoon chillin’ pre-beer and curry.
Great photo gallery on PDXCross of the US Nationals from Bend.
http://www.pdxcross.com/galleries/day-two-cyclocross-national-championships-in-bend/
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