oh thank you, God, I rode my bike outside and found myself again.
I don't know where I've been, but I found me, saturday, as I rode my bike to power camp class and back. a whopping 10.5 miles, but that wasn't the important part. the important part was being outside, being on my bike, pushing myself up those inclines and little hills, swooping on the slight declines and corners.
this is good.
this is where I am, and I just have to figure out a way to bike outside more often in the winter, because I really like it when I find myself.
it makes me think of peter pan, who lost his shadow and needed to have it re-attached to become complete again. the shadow me is always on a bike, and I must feel slightly lost without her.
thank God for my bike, for 55 degree february afternoons, for white-dusted foothills and the sun peeking through clouds.
hope you find you somewhere, always.