Almost two weeks since I've ridden. First, there were visits from friends and family, and various social commitments. Then, I came down with the grippe. Respiratory issues, congestion, weird topical tenderness on the neck behind the right ear, a throat just sore enough to be noticeable. Throw in some odd weather, both cold and hot, and the combination manifests in the form of ennui. Lackluster. Pedestrian in the most banal, uncreative way. Television, a trashy rock star memoir, New York Times crossword puzzles. Actually, the crossword puzzles were the most intellectual endeavor of the period. Oh, yes, and Downton Abbey. And I am still in the grip of it, of ennui. Still not 100% recovered from The Malaise of illness either.
But on the positive side, I rode today. The first in twelve days. 17 miles. A Reservoir Loop. Overcast, humid, the Dew Point high. Thick air. And I felt surprisingly good, almost powerful. I guess lay offs can be like that. You return to the saddle and feel really good. Turning the cranks returns the universe to balance.
Tonight the clouds have disappeared and the pale blue white-gauzed sky hosts a buttery sun on the slide down. The sunlight enlivens the dazzling fresh green leaves in the towering oak outside the window.
Anyway, going back to the end of May and early June, I had some good rides and was feeling strong. I branched out on June 3rd and rode into Paxton via the Kettle Brook Reservoirs on a beautiful day. Following are some images from the last three of four rides. But not today's ride; I was so unmotivated and filled with dispassion that I deliberately left the camera behind.
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| May 27, 2015 |
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| Rt 56 North, Kettle Brook, June 3, 2015 |
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| Rt 56 North, Kettle Brook, June 3, 2015 |
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| Rt 56 North, Kettle Brook, June 3, 2015 |
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| June 3, 2015 |
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| The weird beech tree at WPI |
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| June 4, 2015 |
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