I remembered that at the core of the training, the racing, and the morphing into a Lycra clad freak with shiny legs, is something very pure and simple – the love of riding a bike. I pedaled, and coasted and smiled because it was still just as fun as it was when I was 7 years old. I enjoyed the sun and my first outdoor ride in more than a week. I took in the views of the grass and the cows and the world and other cyclists passing by, with hungry and appreciative eyes.
