ride

It’s a gorgeous day outside.  I am sitting in the house in the front room working on some stuff for the new job.  I really want to just go for a ride and burn off the energy and stress from the week.  There is something really cathartic about riding until you can barely move.  Riding through the pain in my legs and back.  Through the fire in my lungs.  These things become stepping stones on the ride rather than walls that stop you.