A few weeks ago, I had texted a friend on a beautiful day and asked if he wanted to go for a ride. He responded that he was riding solo–that he had to exercise his demons. Of course, it was an auto-correct error, but we both remarked on how ironic that change in language was. Perhaps he wasn’t ridding himself of demons (i.e. exorcising), but rather was exercising them–making them stronger.
After Kanza, I have a few demons. Strangely, my will to ride has been lessened. If I missed a ride a few months ago, I would’ve stressed out. If I miss a ride now, I’m ok with it. I’m going to miss a major ride in a couple of weeks, and it doesn’t trouble me. About a week ago, I did a long ride in the Driftless with Tobie and Chad (and partly with Pitts), and it was fantastic. Not everything went to plan, but it just felt so good to be on the bike for a long day of effort, and it felt good to grill some burgers afterwards, and it felt good to blare the Beatles White Album on the way home.
Because not everything went to plan, it felt a bit like exercising my demons. Maybe they’re stronger, but for some reason, I hear them less.
For those of you that are doing the Rapha Midwest Prestige, the course is brilliant. Chad has outdone himself. For those of you that don’t know about the Rapha Midwest Prestige, apologies–it’s too late for you. But as a special preview, this is what the course will be like…