Simone Biles, Naomi Osaka, all of us…by Bike Ambassador Juliet Byerly

All of us have something in common.  Millions of Americans experience this, yet somehow, such a deep stigma exists as a culture, we generally avoid talking about it.  On May 31st, Naomi Osaka withdrew from the French Open revealing she had been experiencing “bouts of depression.”  Then this summer, at the Tokyo Olympics, Simone Biles withdrew from the Vault and Uneven Bars finals to focus on her mental health.  

They had the world’s spotlight shining on them. 

They had trained for years for this moment.

Millions of fans waited to watch them compete and see them hoist a trophy or a gold medal once again.

Instead, they used that spotlight to say something few world-famous athletes have ever dared to say out loud: I need to step away from this competition and focus on my mental health. Yes, all of us struggle with mental health issues but most of us are afraid to say it out loud.

2020 was a really bad year for most of us regarding mental health.  2021 isn’t shaping up to be that much better.  So, what happens when the thing I’ve always used to “focus on my mental health” - riding bikes - is the last thing I want to do right now?  I’m going to use this space to go ahead and unpack this for a minute.  

I got my first road bike in 1979.  It was a Huffy Contestant and it was way too big for me.  I didn’t care and I made it work.  I didn’t exactly have the most mentally stable home when I was a child.  As a matter of fact, it was dysfunctional.  There was a lot of love, but you probably could open the DSM-5 (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) on a random page and you could find something that would apply to any member of my family.    I quickly learned I could use my bike to escape.  So, escape I did. I rode that thing everywhere in Los Angeles where I was born and raised.  That continued when I moved to Boulder, Colorado for college.  Ever since then, bikes have been an important part of my life – mostly casually for transportation, but also to escape a bad marriage, bad jobs, breakups, you name it.  So then in 2020, the coronavirus pandemic struck and our world was turned upside down.  Naturally, a whole heck of a lot of us got out there on our bikes.  So did I.  As a matter of fact, after my cat died, then I weathered a devastating breakup, and some other awful things happened to me during the lock down, I decided enough is enough and it was time for me to make my mental health my number one priority.  So, I went to my job as paralegal at a fancy Cherry Creek law firm, walked straight into my boss’s office and quit my job.  Focusing on my mental health was going to be my new job. I rode my bike every weekday for 2 months.  As a result, I had never felt better in my life.  I started a new job that I absolutely love that literally fell into my lap in December 2020, but since sometime in September of this year, I just stopped riding my bike.  I just couldn’t do it and I was beating myself up because of it. Why??? What was going on with me?

I can think of a million reasons that I could discuss here ad nausem and none of them really matter.  For a while, I felt guilty about every single one of them.  I felt guilty about neglecting my bikes, not getting all the miles in, FOMO, missed my riding partner/ex boyfriend, et cetera, et cetera.  Here’s where I landed:  I needed to give myself a break.  It’s not a competition!  My bikes got me through the really difficult times, and they will be there for me again when I’m ready.  Mental health is such a mysterious and fragile thing and I’m finally figuring out how to observe and honor it.  For now, I’m taking a break from riding AND IT’S PERFECTLY OK.  I feel much better after I gave myself permission to not worry about it.  I know that one day soon, I’m going to look over at Stella and Sidra (my bikes) and say “let’s go” and it’s going to feel amazing.

Most of us can’t just quit our jobs to ride bikes or do whatever it is that makes us happy.  I was fortunate to be able to do that.  The point is that we have got to listen to ourselves and normalize taking care of our mental health and talking about it.  Whatever that means for each of us as individuals, do whatever it takes to make it happen.  Set up your life to accommodate that, and if you don’t know how, ask for help. If you don’t know where to start, hit me up.  I would be happy to get you started. Until then, enjoy the ride 😊

How to Feel Like a Kid Again by Bike Ambassador Andrew Phillips

This is a picture of my Grandma Bryant when she was about 14 or 15 years old in 1950.  She had just bought this used bike with her own money and was pretty proud of it.  As the oldest of six growing up in a small farmhouse just outside of Salt Lake City, this bike (like all of our first bikes) meant so much more than just a quick way to get to the school house – it meant freedom.

I can imagine her riding it down the dusty roads to explore creek beds or to visit friends.  Or maybe she rode it just to feel the wind in her hair and to laugh out loud as she whistled some new tune.  She loves whistling still – so it wouldn’t surprise me at all.  I guess it’s easy to imagine what it must have been like for her, because I so vividly remember getting my first bike that belonged only to me (I’m the 2nd of 5) when I was about her age.

When I was 15, we lived about 20 miles from my Grandma Bryant in the panhandle of Northern Idaho along the Pend Orielle River.  It was an absolutely beautiful place that just begged to be explored.  One lazy summer day I convinced my best friend Nick Guenther to ride the 20 miles with me to Grandma’s house and promised she would have something good for us to eat.  The Pend Orielle River is famous among bike packers and we would often see them riding by in the summer.  As we set out, I didn’t think it would take too long to get to Grandma’s given that I had ridden to town about 7 miles away a bunch of times and it never seemed that hard.  As I think back on it, I know it was a mere 20 miles – but holy cow that day seemed endless.  I felt like I could have, and in fact did, ride forever. 

We eventually made it to Grandma’s, had some cookies, went swimming in her creek and fished for trout until the late afternoon until we figured we ought to get back on our bikes and start heading back.  It was an incredible day with Nick and though I’ve lost touch with him over the years, I’m certain he would remember that adventure fondly.  This was all before the days of cell phones, so we were completely on our own.  As I look back on it, I can’t believe our parents let us head out so ill prepared.  It didn’t matter though that we didn’t have a spare tube or nickel between the two of us, we were going to just go and have a great time.  We had no mishaps and pedaled along slowly, stopping whenever we needed to get a drink from some creek or another.  Seriously, I can’t believe I survived my childhood!

I’ve had so many incredible adventures (both big and small) on my bike since then and am so grateful that I learned early in my life what an incredible feeling of satisfaction can come from riding your bike.  I guess that’s one of the reasons I keep riding, I love the adventure so much.  I love seeing, smelling and hearing new places the way you never could if you’re in a car.  I hope you can remember some adventure you had on your bike when you were a kid and know that those same feelings are just a few pedal strokes away even when you’re an adult.   

Bikes, Burnout, and DOGS by Bike Ambassador Chris Welch

What a weird year, or has it been two? I know a lot of people have done two things to avoid burnout in 2020-2021: buy a bike and adopt a puppy. As someone who was saved by a stray dog, I thought my story might be important for everyone right now. But first, a little background on me.

My name is Chris and when I am not riding a bike, you can find me defending the public at the Colorado Springs Public Defender Office. I also teach yoga, rescue farm animals as a board member of Iowa Farm Sanctuary, and enjoy spending as much time as possible outdoors. My life is fairly busy and I squeeze a whole lot into very small periods of time. So where do bikes and dogs fit into my busy life? Well it all began on a warm day in August, four short years ago. 

On August 8, 2017, I planned on meeting Crystal and Nick Kovacs for a short bike ride. In 2017, I had an unexpected spinal surgery due to a bike crash and I had just been cleared by my spine surgeon to resume my regular life. I was ecstatic to get back on a bike! We planned to meet on the Heritage Trail in Farley, Iowa. We also planned to follow up our get together with some vegan pizza at Junction 21. On August 8, 2017 my plans changed instantly when a stray dog came wandering out of the woods. The dog was alone, covered in ticks, and full of wounds. He panted so hard for those first few days that I worried about his heart. We called the local police chief to see what we should do. When she arrived, she asked if I could take the dog in for a short time while we searched for his home.

I drove him home and realized that I had nothing for a dog. Luckily, our bike friends Hannah Krieger Ney and Scout (@sheepdogscout), drove here in the middle of the night to help me. They brought a crate, some food, and some puppy supplies. They stayed for a few days to make sure we were okay! The next morning, we got the dog to the vet. The vet turned his wounds into scars, cleaned him up, and he was given medicine for his ailments. The dog began to heal. The next day I got a big crate from my co-worker and the friend who introduced me to ultra-cycling, Tom.  With the crate, I could finally leave the stray alone, and he finally got to sleep in my room! 

Over the next few weeks, we hunted for the dog’s home. We made calls, we posted to social media, we swung by the Humane Society, we exhausted all of our resources trying to find the story where this dog came from. Meanwhile, we went on walks and we began to bond. The dog came to trust me, and met my parents Nan and Jerry. A few weeks went by without us hearing anything and we realized this dog must have been a stray. So one morning after one of our many walks, I took the dog out to the backyard and told him that I wanted him to stay with me forever. We used the Internet and collectively named the dog “Farley.” He was not a stray anymore. He found his home. 

I knew it wouldn’t be easy to introduce a stray dog into my life. I knew I would have to sacrifice some of the bachelor lifestyle that I’ve enjoyed for so long. I knew that I would have to sacrifice some of the long races I had done in the past, as I could not just leave a dog for multi-day events. I knew that we needed each other though. I knew he would bring me love.

As the years have past, I have slowly introduced Farley to cycling. He loves to mountain bike so we try and find trails that are off-leash dog-friendly. He also loves to run in the snow with me while I fat bike, even doing a loop of the Leadville Colorado Fat Bike trails in 2021. I am careful about the temperatures and make sure to bring him lots of water for hydration. I also do not take him on popular trails or places where it would not be appropriate to bike with a dog on or off leash. A lot more preparation goes into even short rides, but it is totally worth it. 

In the last two years, we have been faced with incredible stress. I would be lying if I said that there have not been times were I have been faced with immense feelings of burnout. What has saved me is bikes and a stray dog named Farley. What has saved me is remembering the joy of cycling. The joy for me is found when I see how much fun Farley is having next to me when we ride. The joy is contagious. We do not have to go far, we just have to get out there. If you are feeling low in these incredibly difficult times, what if you tried something simple like just riding your bike? Maybe with a friend? Maybe without your devices? Maybe without keeping track of speed or distance? Who knows, maybe you too will stumble upon a stray dog that will change your life! 

 Ride on, 

• Christopher Welch, @thegraveldefender and Farley, @goodboyfarley. 

Time on a Bike, with Friends, Raising Money for Causes by Bike Ambassador Mel Levin

 In last year’s blog, I wrote of how the pandemic isolation and subsequent cancellation of events allowed me to find joy in simply riding a bike, rather than “training.”

This year, I’m happy to say that event riding is B A C K, and I love to do events that are fundraisers for illnesses/institutions I care about. I’ve already done the MS ride, just last weekend, and last year’s lessons were applied to my choice to ride the shorter (34 mile) ride rather than the longer (78 mile) ride because of thunderstorms expected to be in the area before my projected finish time.

The older I get, the more important it is to listen to my body, to give it recovery when needed, and to avoid dangerous conditions like riding in a thunderstorm! Less visibility to automobile drivers! Slicker roads! In years past, I’d have felt compelled to ride the ride I signed up for, but last year’s reminder of the joy in riding a bike, allowed me to step back, to nurse my sore foot (sore from a recent distance trail run), and to ride with my OUTspokin’ teammates. All of them had either initially chosen the shorter ride or stepped down from the 78 to the 34, following my lead of “safety first.” The day couldn’t have been more perfect, and I later learned from a friend of the 20-minute downpour and wet last ten miles. A good decision, a safe decision, had been made. Additionally, I was able to ride a strong pace I was proud of...a strong 34-miler was better than a crappy 78 on that particular day.

On the upcoming Courage Classic, held out of Copper Mountain, I am the team captain for RadioActive, a team of Pediatric Radiology docs and friends/colleagues. The ride has always been a two-day event benefitting Children’s Hospital Colorado, canceled last year due to COVID and shortened to one day only for 2021. I aim to ride the 78-miler over three mountain passes and a mountain that day (the same route as the famed Copper Triangle). I also aim to change my plan if weather is bad, to be an inspiring team captain for my friends and colleagues, and to enjoy the day, whatever happens.

Time on a bike, with friends, raising money for causes I care about, that’s where you’ll find me as long as I’m fit and able.

5 Things to Do If You Come Up on an Injury by Bike Ambassador Tom Stott

Injury. Is there any scarier word for the endurance athlete? Over the years as a cyclist and runner, I’ve personally worked through a number of injuries, and I’ve helped people rehabilitate from countless proximal hamstring strains, piriformis irritations, iliotibial band restrictions, and thoracic & cervical spine pains. It’s a nightmare-turned-reality situation that can surface, seemingly, out of nowhere. Whether it’s at the ankle, knee, hip, lower back, shoulder, or neck, an inflammatory process can derail our training plans and send us spiraling down a hole of depression.

After more than an entire year of social distancing, safety precautions, and solo workouts, many of you are likely carrying some momentum behind you. Maybe you even feel fit! Then, like a sock full of quarters, you wake up one day to the reality that you can’t put your foot on the ground without extreme pain in your arch. *cue the really sad trombone slide whistle* For the unforeseeable future, your life is going to look vastly different. The hours you spend training and producing pleasure-enhancing brain chemicals will seem like an unfillable void in your life. Here’s what you should do if you find yourself in a spot of bother.

1) Talk to your close friends. If you can meet them up for a walk, do that. If you are not ambulatory at the moment, meet them up for tacos. The point is that, when injuries arise, we often crawl into seclusion. While time for reflection is an important part of the process, communication and human contact are pivotal for our psyche. SPECIAL ATTENTION to all of you men out there, as we’re historically terrible at conveying our feelings and both asking for and accepting help.

2) Plan what you want to do coming back from your injury. While this might seem a little frustrating at first, setting your sights on what you want to do is as important as setting a goal for a race. Focusing forward on the positive sets the intent for healing and will help ground your (temporarily less-active) brain.

3) Do something on your life checklist that you never get to do because you’re always busy training. Frame some inspirational posters and put them up in your training space. Paint an accent wall or put up a decorative stencil in the room where you do most of your relaxing. Clean out a part of your closet or dresser and organize your training gear, so that you’ll be more efficient when you get ready to head out the door in the future. Find a way to be beautifully productive. 

4) Breathe and accept the situation for what it is. Can you still be pissed off? Ab-so-freakin-lutely! Should you dwell in self-pity and sorrow for more than a finite amount of time (depending how how quickly you process things)? Most definitely not. Adding stress about being stressed that you can’t do the thing that helps destress you will only cause you more… well… stress. Instead, try to alleviate your frustrations through outlets that work for you.

5) Nail the mental piece to training your body. As endurance athletes, the physical body is what we nail when executing a training plan. The mental side of things? That discipline can usually use at least a little bit of work. While you may not be able to satisfy your craving for those delicious endurance endorphins, you can still provide your self with some love. One of the most self-rewarding human experiences occurs when you show gratitude and appreciation toward others. Take a moment to handwrite a letter to a friend, a training partner, a mentor, or a coach. Express how they helped you grow, either as an individual, as an athlete, or both! I’ll leave it up to you as to whether or not you want to send it. ;) Looking for something more passive in nature? Help soothe your autonomic nervous system and relax your reptilian brain with some guided meditation. Hop on Amazon Prime or YouTube and find a 20-minute routine that will provide a backbone for you to temporarily “check out.”

In my 20+ years of working with endurance athletes, I have yet to meet one that hasn’t had to overcome adversity in the form of a comeback from injury. From my experience, if all rehabilitation methods & recovery strategies are equal, the biggest separator that determines how fast an athlete bounces back easier/smoother/faster is the resilience of the individual’s mind. Find something from the list above that peaks your interest and start there. Build that bridge to recovery!

Want to Change Your Commuting Habits? What about a Cargo Bike?

Trying to figure out how to leave your car in the garage more often and spend less time behind the wheel? The answer might just be a cargo bike.

 Cargo bikes have been around since the early 20th century and were originally used by tradesmen to deliver goods before the invention of the automobile. Nowadays, they are extremely popular in Europe and Asia and are used for both recreational and business purposes:  taking kids to school, transporting groceries, family bike rides, and for delivering mail and packages.

 Using cargo bikes can cut down on noise and air pollution. They can be quicker than using cars or delivery vans. Finding parking is also not as difficult in the city. Of course, there is also the health benefit to riding a bike. It is a great way to get in shape!

Despite their practicality, cargo bikes are less frequently used in North America, although they are slowly starting to catch on in the United States.

 UPS, which started in Seattle in 1907 as a bicycle messenger company, announced last year that it would start using electric cargo bicycles to deliver packages in Pike Place Market and downtown Seattle in order to reduce congestion.

Denverite Melissa Colonno is a huge fan of cargo bikes and bought hers in October 2017. While living in Seattle from 2008-2012, Melissa and her husband biked a lot and remember seeing several longtail cargo bikes. Around the time their first child arrived in 2012, Melissa started seeing Madsen (a US brand) “bucket bikes” on social media and immediately wanted one.

As her family grew, Melissa tried out various ways to transport her children.

“When our first child was around one year old, we bought a Yepp bike seat to bike with her around Denver. This worked well. Then, when we were about to have our second child, we bought a Chariot stroller that could also be a bike trailer. We used this frequently to bike with our two kids.”  Melissa has always been intrigued by cargo bikes and once she was pregnant with her third child, she became even more resolved to get one!

When it came time to buy a cargo bike, Melissa and her husband did more research and decided they wanted a tricycle with the cargo box in the front.

She wanted to feel very stable while riding and stopping and wanted to be able to see her kids without having to turn around.
Melissa ordered a Nihola 4.0 with a BionX e-assist from a bike shop in Sacramento, California called from Practical Cycles. They import Niholas from Copenhagen, Denmark.

The Nihola is unique among trikes in that the steering is independent of the cargo, meaning that you do not have to move the weight of the cargo to steer; Melissa adds that is not difficult to ride or steer. It maneuvers very much like a “regular” bike. However, it might not have quite the same speed and maneuverability as an inline (two wheeled) cargo bike. People who are used to high-speed road bikes may prefer an inline cargo bike to a trike. Since her cargo bike has an electric assist, she can go plenty fast if necessary, but usually she goes slower to stay safe and enjoy the ride.

The Nihola 4.0 has two bench seats which easily fit four children. The maximum load of the cargo box is 265 pounds. There are two Y-harnesses and a lap belt. Both benches are removable, so they currently have one bench removed so that their youngest can sit in a car seat for extra support.

Why choose a cargo bike over a trailer? Melissa says that a trailer worked well enough for transporting her kids. However, a cargo bike is far superior in her opinion. The bike is always ready to go since you do not have to deal with hooking the trailer to the bike. In a cargo bike, the kids are closer to the rider, and usually have a better view of the things around them, which makes the riding experience more enjoyable. Also, trailers get very heavy to pull as the weight of your children increases.

Owning a cargo bike has dramatically affected her car use. She is driving significantly less since purchasing her cargo bike. Her goal is to bike anywhere within a three-mile radius unless the roads are too icy, or there is another safety concern. Since Melissa and her family live near downtown Denver, they can get to many things by bike!

Melissa uses her cargo bike regularly to transport her two oldest kids to and from school, but they use it for many other purposes, too! She frequently uses the cargo bike to run errands; it fits all her family’s groceries! She uses the bike anytime they go somewhere that is just a bit too far to walk. If Melissa and her husband are going to the park for a picnic, they will take the cargo bike, so they can transport their food and lawn chairs. Basically, they use it for carrying all kinds of cargo!

She’s often amazed that biking to places does not take that much longer than driving, and you rarely have to worry about parking! Most importantly, biking makes for a much more enjoyable journey.

Generally, people are really excited when they see the cargo bike according to Melissa. They get a lot of stares and some comments; almost always positive. People often say things like “nice set-up!” or “can I get a ride?” Occasionally, people will ask more specifics about where they got it or what the brand is. Melissa tries to “sell” one to everyone who is interested!

In her opinion, so many people would benefit from replacing some of their driving with biking. “Getting outside and being physical has such a positive impact on your quality of life. We live in such a car-centric society, but it hasn’t always been that way and it isn’t in many parts of the world. People sometimes question the safety of my bike set up, but I’m quick to point out that driving is not without risks.”

If you are interested in buying a cargo bike, you should definitely do your research. There are many websites, Facebook groups, and bike shops that can provide advice. Depending on how you plan to use your bike and what type of cargo you want to carry, there are many options from utility bikes to cargo tricycles to electric cargo bikes. New bikes are coming out all the time, so there is definitely a good option for everyone. A cargo bike is a financial investment; but much cheaper than a car!

Melissa Colonno is the author of DELIBERATE.LESS. She provides day-to-day tips on reducing household waste and creating a life that strives to be less hectic. Melissa is passionate about decreasing her family’s waste and environmental footprint by making informed and intentional choices. Melissa holds educational sessions about reducing household waste to individuals, school groups, and professionals.

Guest Blog: The Sacred Charge of the Commute

We've been following along with our friend Kris and he's been posting more and more amazing stories and photos of his commuting adventures - he recently shared that he commuted 2 straight weeks and doesn't show signs of stopping... So I asked him to share some of his insight and inspiration with us: 

Guest Blog: The Sacred Charge of the Commute by Kris Simons

The alarm goes off at 4:00 AM and I hit the snooze button for 5 minutes. I groggily drag myself out of bed and trip over my dog in the process. He rustles but goes back to sleep. He is off the clock and could care less as long as the bowl of food is full when it’s time for him to wake up. It’s dark in Denver except for the streetlights and glow of the fire exit sign at the elementary school adjacent to my house. I don’t hassle with making coffee but a few frozen Ego waffles and pumpkin bread in the belly and I am on my way to getting dressed to ride my bicycle to work. This has been my routine for close to seventy days this year. (With the exception of the pumpkin bread)  The route is roughly a 26 mile roundtrip commute mostly on a mix of roads and bike path. Some months, I commute every day, other times once every other week. I have pedaled every month of the year though, at times in snow, through bugs, fog, rain, broken glass, and over fallen trees.

Under the cover of darkness, I begin my 13 mile trek to work as my lamp illuminates the road ahead. Sometimes the app which tracks my journey says its 11 miles, sometimes 14. Either way, the morning ride has become something sacred amidst the restlessness and curiosity of what the day will bring. I started commuting by bike three years ago as a personal challenge, just to see if I could do it. Biking was no longer the necessity of the broke college student I once was years ago. Now, my bike actually shifted well and I had some nicer equipment to make the journey more enjoyable. The route mostly sticks to the bike path with minimal exposure to groggy people driving cars amidst checking text messages and Facebook updates this time of the morning. Sitting up higher on my bike and looking down, I often see the glow of the blue screen and try to be extra cautious. It’s amazing how addicted we have become to technology. I struggle with it myself. The bike doesn’t let me surf Facebook for the one thousandth kitten meme or rant from a person mad about god knows what. My hands stay planted on the bars, affording time to pedal and watch the world go by. When I used to ride the streets of Pittsburgh ten years ago on a 7 speed Huffy, I felt this gave me a chance to listen to the heartbeat of the city and surroundings. The responsibilities and bike may have changed, but the sacred commute makes me keep this thought present and listen to the beat, not rants or kittens.

In the dark, I pedal through the drying leaves of fall which litter the path as an occasional reflection of light is bounced off the eyes of a house cat in the grass. For an hour, I pedal and weave with the turns and twists of the path. I ride technical singletrack and race bikes as a hobby, yet this commute never bores me as it is just a time to pedal, wake up, and think. It’s my metaphorical chance to plug the battery in and recharge as the rest of the day will draw down those power reserves. Deadlines to meet, boxes to check, and things to do are all on the horizon with the rising sun. But right now, I can’t do any of those things, except think about them against the methodical pedal strokes in the darkness.

I arrive at work, park my bike, change, and make coffee ahead of everyone. I arrive refreshed and ready for the day. The early arrival always feels like a head start in a race. As other people arrive in the process of waking up from the drive in, I am already sharp, alert, and charging forward. It’s a good feeling.

As the work day wanes, so does my inner battery. Hours spent on a computer, in meetings, and troubleshooting have left me drained. Though the work has been stimulating, I feel like a hollow, tired shell. More things lie ahead on the home front. I change, jet out of the office, and am soon beginning my trek home. It’s slightly downhill most of the way so I ramp up the speed with my tired legs and coast, occasionally pedaling. There is some singletrack scattered along the way that I make sure to hit. Each twist and turn is recharging me. Charging time doubles on the singletrack sections. I leave the path and hit the road, riding the last two miles to home. People are beginning to get off work and head home. I pass by the traffic jams and smile as my commute time by bike is almost as long as it would take me to drive home anymore. The infrastructure in Denver isn’t keeping up with the population growth. Yet, people forget that with a little work, the bike paths and routes through Denver are years ahead of most cities and almost as fast for my daily needs. The commute is a chance to utilize a resource that so many people write off. Meanwhile my truck sits parked at home, not a part of the idling traffic that seems to have become so pervasive here with the identity of Colorado. Need to go to work? Sit in traffic. Need to go run errands? Traffic. Want to go skiing on a weekend? Good luck even getting there in the Colorado traffic.

I arrive home refreshed, slightly tired, yet ready for more of what the world can dish out, thanks to the commute. Maybe in the end, that’s why I do it. It’s a time to collect my thoughts, think, and be ready to be present when needed. Life may tax the inner reserves of my introverted self, but the bike path counteracts those motions. Out on my commute, the battery is at 75% and rising, and the road is wide open. Perhaps that’s the sacred charge of the commute.