Rhythm

Not the longest climb, the steepest or the hardest, just a good climb, warm late day uphill trip. Steady pace, better to do this than just about anything else, so perfect, smooth and up, not much more on two wheels is better. Slowly at first then building the tempo, the melody moves into rhythm in my legs. Not a pissing contest, good work with good people, so much training is alone, bright(er) spots when company is there. Lighter on the pedals, turning over my gear, rhythmic and clear, no static, interference distractions melt away, the bike the pedals and the hill, perfect. This breeds strength later on in the season. There is always the next race to go better. Never is there a perfect effort, always room for improvement on even the best days.