It’s mid-March, and I’m finally breaking out the old bike to get some of the first miles of the year on my old legs. Like the Chinese philosopher observed, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Laozi.
And so the journey begins, anew. December put to bed a good year. January brought new goals and hope for a great new year, along with several extra pounds for taking time off of the bike. February brought glimpses of hope for a great new year with unseasonably warm weather, although in the afternoon, when work trumped exercise in the priority ladder.
And in March, winter finally arrived and delayed the journey. But finally, a chance to get out, and to get out with my very own peloton.
This year undoubtedly holds big things for me. Mountains to be climbed, roads to be conquered.
