I don’t know, but the grass is mowed and the wine has flowed, making a fine late Friday afternoon out of an otherwise ho-hum week. Emmylou sings about a red dirt road. I want to see her again.
The wet spring continues in Indiana. Trails aren’t able to be ridden, so I’ve taken to a week of road riding on worn out 2.1s on ol’ yeller, along with some inline skating and tennis. Tennis? Yep. I have no formal training with the sport, but I’ve found that it seems to work my leg muscles that don’t otherwise get worked by pedal revolutions. In fact, I searched the interwebs for “biking and tennis cross-training” and learned that they are a nice compliment to each other. Tennis, with quick bursts of speed and changing lateral directions, the stop-and-go, maybe allows for the strength needed to clear the rock garden??? Who knew?!
Inline skating through the prairie is another cross-training regimen of mine. I like it. Plus, the sky out there is big, a place for dreaming other dreams. It’s windy too, usually, which is nice for letting things go…
