I don’t watch much TV, but I know through the wonderful time sink of facebook that Winter was Coming. Months ago. But, please Mother Nature, let it go. It’s time for spring. Time for the fear of frozen nights and possible flurries to pass and for me to bust out the flip flops. Time for riding until the sun sinks below the horizon and sitting back and unwinding. It’s time.
Last night I hung in for my second ride at Iron Hill. It’s a fast flowy little park, and I never thought I’d say this (because the giant rocks sort of scare me) but it’s rather fun. Once you get going the trail system just sort of works. I, however, do not. I am not riding the way I want or with the skill I want. My endurance is fine, but I am unsure of myself and not doing little things I know I can. I have got to get out of my own head. Last night, for a brief moment, I was there. It was marvelous. In a few weeks, I’ll be back to where I want to be. I may have missed some home turf races by then, but I’m ok with that this year. This year is about finding a rhythm that works. And we are going to rock it. So, forget about winter. It’s
bike spring time!
As for this drink, I swear I saw it in a magazine. But, I can’t for the life of me prove it. It was in a corner, all small and inviting, year/s ago? I ripped the page out and saved it, swearing one day to make it. Hid sake from guests until it was just the moment to make this… And now I can not find the recipe or the original inspiration… Yesterday I made a big giant mess on the floor of magazines, paper clippings and recipe notes to find the source. The puppy loved it. But still, no source. Maybe it all just came to me in my dreams…