It's funny how I can obsess over things that don't matter. After a week out of town at a conference, stuck inside all day and night, you'd think that I'd just be happy to have an opportunity to ride.
Instead, I spent last night obsessing over temperature and wind forecasts and routing options. I spent far too much time trying to avoid heat and wind.
In the end, it didn't matter. Every route is going to have heat and wind. Besides, instead of my usual 6:30am start, I didn't roll out until 8:30am.
It was already warming up, and the wind was howling. So after all that obsessing, I ended up just happy for an opportunity to be out there. I adapted.
There were two strategies employed to make the day more enjoyable. First, I selected the Ramble route since it is mostly gravel and well out of the way of the holiday traffic.
Second, I deliberately backed-off on the pace from my recent rides. So what if the wind was peeling the whiskers off my chin? That's what low gears are for.
So call me Pokey. I was on the Ramble route, and was in pure ramble mode. It's a nice route. No reason to roll through it too fast, or to be too distracted by gasping for air to enjoy the countryside.
Whether for riding a bicycle, or for more weightier life matters, I hope I learned a lesson today.
I hope I can avoid being paralyzed by anxiety and obsessing over obstacles. Avoiding difficulty might seem clever, but it too often robs me of fulfillment. Better to meet the challenges head-on, adjust to circumstances, and work through them. A better place to apply cleverness.
Some of you who have joined me for our little annual Country Path Ramble, might recognize a few of these scenes. Those of you who haven't yet joined us for our late fall gravel event might what to consider it.
I might be Pokey, but I know how to have fun. The only thing missing today was a riding buddy. I wonder if there is anyone out there ready for mid-year gravel ramble?