There are some days that I wake up and the entire world is black. This was one of those days. This blackness is exacerbated, oddly enough, when it happens on a holiday when my usual morning riding routine flies out the window.
I know this, and so even though I didn’t feel like riding–because when the blackness comes I don’t feel much like doing anything–I know that going for a ride is just what I need.
This is also why I have a solid riding partner and why we plan ahead.
Riding hard up hills, slipping around on slushy singletrack and wet leaves, and bombing down bouncy rutted hills–that’s bike therapy.