I realized this past weekend that I don't just like to bike, I love it.
I know that sounds pretty simple and doesn't really seem like something that would require a lot of thought, however, it still surprised me when the idea struck me.
I love to bike.
I started biking as a form of exercise, to gain muscle strength, to trim a few pounds. I continued because I liked it.
But I seek it out, plan around it, and look forward to it because I love it.
I love the way the wind feels.
I love zipping around corners.
I love working hard to get up a hill, and then racing down it.
I love that I can simultaneously do something that burns so many calories while just hanging out with my kids.
I love that its mostly free, that maintenance is easy, and that I can spend as much or as little money on the hobby as I want.
I love that its changing my outlook on things like vacation and free time.
I love that I don't have a TV show for every night of the week now.
I love that whether there is a half hour of daylight after work or three, there is plenty of time to get in a quick ride.
I love the clothes, the gear, the feel of the saddle.
I love passing cars and even, call me crazy, getting buzzed by cars.
I love "taking the lane" and using hand signals.
I love being part of another society, a group all our own.
I love to bike, and therefore I am a cyclist.
Who knew?
