The sickness seems to infiltrate every pore of my body till I start to literally itch. No, I am not referring to the cold I am currently enduring. The sickness is the unadulterated desire I have to get out into the fresh air and pedal. Making circles, deep breathing and world going by is akin to meditation for me. Sometimes I ride with friends. Other times I am solo. When I am solo, music plays in my ears and my mind goes to other places. Always good times.
The sickness is the yearning to ride no matter what the cost. Having missed a prime Sunday that was beautiful with the sun shining and the air crisp due to my newly found cold, I am really itching to ride even though I am having a hard time breathing at the moment. And a nice Saturday that was spent mountain biking on terrain that did not suit my SS (note: mountain bike pushing) and thus did not really meet my requirements. Requirements? Yes, that which keeps me normalized. For some they find their fix in cigarettes or the bottle (medicinal or alcoholic), but I find my requirements to be that of long rides of endless pedaling.
I keep thinking of rides up 9w to get cafe con leche. Slight chill in the air. Sun shining, air fresh and a bunch of miles.
And while it might be hard for me to breathe because of the lung butter that I seem to be coughing up, all I can think about is going for that elusive long fall ride. The days are going by and soon winter will be here and it will be over for a bit.
It is a sickness.
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