Cycling comes with surprises.
A new discovery on a familiar route.
A lousy weather forecast that turns into sunshine.
A sunny day that turns into a cloud burst.
New vigour from leaden legs. Or vigorous legs that turn leaden.
Friday’s ride surprised in many ways. With a busy schedule of things to do and places to go, the ride itself was a surprise, made possible by an unexpected bonus morning of daycare for Little Ring.
The ride started in sunshine, but, unexpectedly, it started to rain as I ascended Burnaby Mountain.
My legs that felt good at departure, turned to stone on that climb. It was laborious.
But the best surprise came near the summit, when I passed a family of deer nibbling on early spring shoots right beside the separated bike path. They paid me no heed as I rolled by. Probably because by that point I was so slow, they knew they’d easily outsprint me if I turned out to be a wolf in bib tights.