Today I rode 20.17 miles, up to Skyline Blvd where I watched the sun set over Marin.
It was a hard climb up to almost 1700 ft above sea level, but I pushed myself, told myself that I could do it. I was not just riding for me today. One of our Boston fire tribe is lost to us this weekend. As Jayne pointed out in an episode of Firefly, there’s something about death that makes one want even more to feel alive. Here’s to absent friends; Gabe, Frostbyte, and Leah.