We finally had an afternoon with temperatures below 90 degrees today, so I took advantage of the cooler air and headed out for a mountain bike ride – my first one in months. I was a bit nervous at the start since the last time I rode, everything seemed so difficult and stressful and within 20 minutes I ended up in so much knee pain I could barely walk for days. But this time my trepidation vanished within the first couple of pedal strokes. I’m not sure why, but for some reason today on the bike I felt free. The trail seemed easier, the logs smaller, the roots less jarring. Even the climbs, though still steep, felt shorter. And for the first time in a long while I felt confident, strong and eager for the challenges of the trail’s natural obstacles. Today the bike simply flowed across the logs, winding through the trees, gliding over roots and rocks, all seemingly with no effort on my part at all. It was wonderful, exhilarating, liberating – I felt like a part of the trail itself; something I haven’t experienced in a very long time, not since very early in my 24-hour racing days many years ago. And while I can’t explain what happened out there today, I’m listening to that inner part of me saying don’t question why these things happen; rather simply enjoy and be here now.