On Wednesday I did the beer run marking the beginning of my 2021 season. Since then I’ve kitted up and done two rides totaling five hours.
My observation (so far) is that despite my inflated opinion of myself, while my mind might be that of a 32 year old, my legs disagree with my mind.
If I keep riding, everything connected to this project I call my life will be 32 years old in three weeks. Except for what it says on my driver’s license. Ha.
Juan Ponce de León missed the memo. It’s not about eternal youth. Age matters little. It’s about attitude. Mine is strong and exercised daily.
All This By Hand