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When I was young and devoid of responsibility, I used to go cycling at 5:30 or 6:00 every morning. It was the only time of day when I could ride fast and hard and not worry about heavy traffic. I felt more alive because I was pushing the bounds while the rest of the world slept.
By the time I returned home, sweating, at 7:00, I was ready for whatever the day threw at me. My head was clear, and I was happy.
These days, getting the kids up and out of the house has to take priority. So I ride later on, and instead of a high-performance ride in the country or up a mountain, it’s a commute through traffic to work. But someday soon, I’ll get back to those solitary moments of clarity. And I’ll be right back where I started.
Good on you.
]]>And I have noticed I am never cold until the stretching at the end. That is when I whine the loudest to make it stop!
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