A Sense of Urgency

The other 4 riders all drank hard and late the night before, while I went to bed early, slept well, and ate a hearty breakfast of oatmeal.  Still I bounced on and off the back for most of the three hours we were out.  My own rule echoed back to me, if you are already suffering there is nothing else to lose, so I knew better than to expect any advantage. Damn though, I thought I’d be in the mix.

It doesn’t bother me.  I have a sense of urgency.  I rode into my own driveway, alone, moaning to myself or so I thought until my smiling wife straightened up to stretch her back in the yard and asked, “Who were you talking to?”

“The devil,”  I whispered, “and god too.”




8 Responses to A Sense of Urgency

  1. Throw in a poorly timed leg cramp and you’d have described many of my rides back when you all dragged me through big miles.

  2. !!! Jaguarundi Alert! Sightings noted in today’s Tallahassee Democrat 1/4/16) in the Miccosukee Greenway article.