I've been discombobulated since C died. Much more than I was for A. A ride helped, but a week of drizzly rain kept me off the tracks. I didn't really want to ride, anyway—too full of self pity, sadness, & my own mortality. Wallowing didn't help.🙄
I rode, & thought. 2.5hrs riding, maybe 30 mins thinking? It felt like a lot, but those unthinking spaces, when it's solely the ride, are key.
Anyway, it *was* good.
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