That time again, time for the mud and pain
Well, with the weather changing to some nicer days... it really means one thing to me; and thats mountain biking. Yes, that thing I talk about all the time... that thing I think about before, and as soon as the clock hits 5 on weekdays.
Just finishing an hour, or even more, long ride through the woods is the only form of pain and achyness (if I spelled that right) that I will never complain about... and its only punctuated by being outside, something else I really like.
It still tough to explain, its has to be the single, one hobby of mine that Ive been most passionate about. Ever since I started, Ive really gotten into it... especially in the last year or so. For a while, I wasnt biking nearly as much as I do now.
In my last days/months at my old apartment, the 3 weeks I spent in my old Canfield courthouse apartment and the beginning of my time here at home... I just wasnt biking. I dont know why, but I can say now, with as much as I bike now... I do sorta regret lapsing the way I did.
I know now, itll never happen again. I dont think I'll ever stop biking... well maybe to sleep, eat, watch 24 and The Shield and, hopefully someday, paint the bedroom.