|Ron and Bob, pre-5K.|
|Bob and I at the starting line of the Anthen Classic.|
I’m always sad about leaving Louisville, and this time was no exception. Luckily, before returning to Flagstaff we had a day in Phoenix with my cousin (more family!) before heading further west to San Francisco for a long weekend, planned many months ago. While Louisville is certainly not a smaller version of San Francisco, both cities share an abundance of Victorian architecture and the flavor of crumbling elegance, which my transition into the week ahead. The weekend in Fisherman’s Wharf was a wonderful blend of biking, great food, and time spent together with no agenda.
|Us on the Golden Gate on the way to Sausalito.|
|Biking in typical SF weather.|
I love night-time pedaling with Bob, but on my ride to meet him, it occurred to me that sometimes biking alone in the quiet evening is just plain good for the mind. I became conscious of how strongly I was pedaling, possibly my legs having been strengthened by biking over the steep, steep hills of San Francisco. I felt light, calm and centered – not, I might add, my usual frame of mind. This, I told myself, must be what it is like to live in the moment. Both my mother and my mother-in-law have suggested that I need to try this sometime. I breathed it in deep, concentrating on the silence, the dark, the light breeze. Soon I would be joining dear husband, whose previous week had been much harder than mine but always selflessly places my happiness above his own.
|Me, and the twin Breezers in front of Tinderbox.|
|Bob and the Himalayan 'tini.|
|It's that good!|