(By the title, what I mean is I rode with what seemed like a bad back masked by a certain saucy insouciance, a grave gravy even, eye patch, six shooter and sweat-rimmed hat.)
Oh I love the John Wayne Pioneer Trail in the Iron Horse Park starting from the Cedar Falls trailhead! Especially when I ride it on a PTO sunny day in August!
I dropped off the SurlyLady in downtown Seattle, mountain bike gloriously sticking up from the back of the pick-em-up truck to jealous-ize the worker bees, KEXP 90.3 blasting out the windows. Headed East (old man) past North Bend, scooted on along Rattlesnake Lake and got geared up. This 36-mile ride, to the tunnel and back, is such a fun cardio workout. I got into a nice rhythm in the middle ring, gradually ratcheting up the speed as I warmed up; I daresay I made my personal best time today. ‘Twas flying along. It’s a straight shot rail-to-trail gravel grade, half in the sun and half in the shade. I carried the iPhone in my shorts pocket not so much for pictures as for the voice memo app — I must have recorded about half an hour’s worth of ideas for work.
Like most riding, for me today was all about mechanical meditation. An eccentric bottoming out racket. Viscerally I was overjoyed, the smell in the air (is that a hint of Fall?), the smell of hot sun on gravel, grasshoppers flitting around, all of these in isolation drowning out for me the roar of the nearby I-90 traffic. I had sooo many good ideas today. Several ‘thunderbolt’ moments. Several clarifying moments (I’m my own worst editor). One of the things I like to do that’s both virtue and fault is I play out future scenes, like a scriptwriter with tracking on in a DTP program. I imagine what so-and-so will say. How they’ll react to a point. How they may not react. I play out these dialogs and try-alogs over and over. It’s almost like an alternate universe role playing predictive analysis exercise. The odds are usually not too bad, either; I bet 25% of the time I’m right on in my predictions. And even when I’m wrong, I’ve usually already anticipated this wrinkle or, if not exactly, I’m adept-ified and can handle the new wrinkles on the fly.
The thing is, at work, I’m on the verge of something HUGE. It’s like everyday my horizons are expanding. I’m filling up notebooks with ideas, compiling my own knowledge management engine to house my knowledge management engine proposals because so much of what I’m doing is recursive lately, and it’s in that recursive area — or a sort of vertical causality — that I have the most fun.
Speaking of vertical causality, I’m glad I got some climbing cardio in today, but I hope to get more tomorrow and then even more on Saturday. In fact my biking dance card is totally full this weekend — four fun days of biking! Times like these I’m glad I have arranged such a carefree, kids-free life. Heck even the dogs feed and clothe themselves. Hold on. What’s that Coop? Sure, that ascot looks fine… no, it doesn’t make you look too fat. (Whisper… he’s such a dapper little fellow, but damn sensitive!)