The other day, it was gorgeous out, so I decided to pop my road bike on the bike rack and ride over to Jones Beach. I parked and started getting myself ready for the ride.
There was a car next to me. The guy honked his horn, I turned around. I was nervous that I may have bumped into him with my door. “If you’re riding,” he said, “the boardwalk is like a wind tunnel. It will be a little tough. Just wanted you to know.”
“Oh, I’m riding the path,” I told him.
“You mean to Captree?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. He just looked at me and shook his head.
Then, I headed out to Captree. I had an hour or so ride at an easy pace. I was still recovering from St. Anthony’s. I could feel the cross breeze across my body and my bike was hovering around 17.5 miles per hour. I felt good. I was in my happy place.
About 30 or so minutes later, I turned around. Now, the wind was in my face. it was hard to push but I pushed. My heart rate was more than 160 beats per minute. I kept pushing. As I was pushing a man came beside me.
“Good riding,” he said. “You’re really riding well.”
He passed me. I was perplexed. Hmmm… what an interesting thing to say. It reminded me of my daughter and son-in-law when they train their dog, Daisy. “Good dog. Good listening,” they would say.
I just smiled to myself. This was the best ride I had had in a long time and I felt so good.
