it's a beautiful fall day and I'm riding up the canyon. a rider or two pass me, I say hi, and I stay in my little happy place. the air is clean, it's sunny, and I am just grateful to be where I am.
I pedal up a little rise, the fourth one of the canyon, the one where my heart rate climbs significantly faster than I do. then the road eases, flattens, and I recover and take big, fulfilling breaths.
there's a cyclist ahead of me, a female, and since this is my first sight of her and we're almost five miles up, I know that I'm moving faster than she is and will soon pass her. as the distance between us decreases I can see more detail: she's a brunette, hair in a ponytail, trim, with an earphone cord snaking along her side and into a back pocket.
I'm almost upon her when I hear it.
she's singing. singing loudly, singing along with her ipod, singing like no one is listening.
singing like no one is listening.
I perk up, I grin, I say hi and she startles, then nods at me.
and keeps singing.
how cool is that?
it's my lesson for the day, possibly my lesson for the month.
if you're happy and you know it, sing out loud. sing like no one is listening.
I dare you.