Started out intending do a short ride. Wasn’t really thinking about cycling actually. Was thinking about a new adventure I’m embarking on. The miles ticked by and suddenly I was staring at a clean thirty. Then my neighbor texts and says “Tomorrow morning, 2-2.5 hour HARD ride?” “Ahhhh, okay.” In the middle of this ride is a steep hill. I normally just churn slowly but today I wasn’t thinking. Hammered up this thing. Didn’t realize until I was at the top, looked back and my riding partner was nowhere to be seen.(This is why the ride took so long.) Hadn’t been on a bike in over two weeks so I’m still trying to figure this one out. The entire ride came with the smell of jasmine. Flowers blooming, green hills. Pretty darn nice day.