Today I enjoyed the longest bike ride I'd had since last summer. Not terribly ambitious, and I was tired when I got home, but it was still enjoyable.
I filled a couple of bags of bike jerseys and spare parts to trade at the secondhand sporting goods store in SE Portland, loaded up the Bridgestone and headed out. Sunny and warm, with a high near 60F, made my snail's pace a thing to be savored rather than suffered.
Crocuses bloomed all along my route, and the first daffodils -- a bit late but still beautiful -- had opened too. And although my pace was slow and every uphill was an effort, I was glad to be outside, on my bike, after a hard, cold winter that had sapped me of so much emotional and physical energy.
If I can ride like this daily now that things have warmed up, I know I will feel better, happier.
I went ahead and signed up to participate in #thirtydaysofbiking again this year, if only to give myself some motivation to get outside more regularly no matter what.