As I took the first pedal stroke, I looked up at the mountain before me. As I began to roll, I took in a deep breathe of fresh mountain air. As I began to ascend, my whole being was present. I was there, just me and my bike, becoming one with the mountain. I felt so open, so free. I thought to myself, this is it, this is the true essence of cycling for me. This is why I fell in love with riding.
The beauty surrounding me was indescribable. The sky was true blue and the sun shone down warming everything. My eye caught the occasional chipmunk bouncing about and chirping away. The trees were an array of vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. The mountain opened up before me, grand and snow capped.
My being was in pure heaven. The purity of the moment filled my heart.
This was it. This was the true essence of cycling for me. This was why I fell in love with riding.
There is something so pure about just being out there, me, my bike, and nature. I see so much, hear so much, and feel so much.
I was only going to be riding in short bursts today. But, even these short bursts of cycling made me reflect and realize how long my journey has been. It started with fear and anxiety and evolved into feeling more free than I could ever imagine. A journey that started with my husband and the road bike that he bought for me shortly after our wedding. A journey that really got going on a French mountain known as Alpe d’Huez. A journey that has no end as it has now become a life long path.
So there I was, on the side of this lovely mountain, pedalling away and falling in love all over again. What timing to be taken back to a place that completely reminded me of why I picked up a bike and started pedaling, why I made my way up that first peak, and why I just keep on pedalling no matter what.
A bike can take you to some amazing places – physically, mentally and spiritually. A bike can become a friend, and a part of a life long journey.