Dave and I started riding bikes about a couple months after we got married. At the time, we wanted something to do together while also getting exercise, we had NO idea it would end up being something we spend every weekend doing together.
Trail riding has always came easy for us. Jersey. check. Those clever padded shorts that I love, yep.....check. Helmet, gloves, fancy schmancy clip in shoes, we got this, and off we go. As fun as it may be, the best part about it is more the experience and less the gear.
Nothing is quite as peaceful as being outside, listening to nature and following the man you love over roots, through hog ruts on our way to nowhere as fast as our legs can go.
It's been one and a half years since we started In Vitro Fertilization when my RE asked that I stop riding my bike for the time being. I was okay with it but totally knew I was going to be missing out on something that I loved. What I didn't fully grasp was that I would be missing out on the time spent with my husband as well. There is something romantic about riding into the sunset behind your spouse.
My music is the sound of the leaves under my tires and the thrush of air in an out of the shocks. The smell of dense cedar fills my lungs and the sound of my own panting creates a rhythm as I push harder through the sand and dirt. What more could I ask for than the chance to play and discover this trail in this very moment. It is a priceless gift. Endorphins give light to meaningful thoughts of reflection and in some moments, silence. I do cherish the silence. He calls back to check on me and I know I am headed in the right direction.
Loving the ride.
