Not 10 minutes before, I was getting flak at work for suiting up to ride home in the cold rain. It was dark already, and I had to plug in my rear light so I was delayed for a minute.
Literally 3 minutes into my ride home, I passed by Cycle Oregon starting an evening ride. I stopped, talked to cyclists, and rode with the group for a bit.
It was my first group ride since my injury 5 months ago. It was random, it was so much fun, and my heart was overflowing with joy.
After being teased for being “hardcore”, this could literally have not been more perfect.
Cycling is an amazing life. People just don’t understand.