How did it get to be mid-July? I feel like I’ve spent it entirely a) working and b) on my bike.
Have posted about how my bike keeps me sane when the world is blowy. The past couple of months have had a lot of dark news, including a hard family death. I keep riding. Someone said the other day, “I keep seeing your long rides and wondering, where is she GOING?” “I’m looking for that portal to another dimension,” I said. Some other timeline where the world doesn’t feel so chaotic.
I’ve posted about riding and what it means to me on Fit is a Feminist Issue a couple of times:
The more I ride, the less I run, I realize. Funny how these shifts happen when we’re not paying attention.