I love natural speed. I think there is nothing more thrilling than feeling the power under your feet with every pedal stroke, stride or push. The exception may be downhill skiing, which I took up this past year after 15 years away from the slopes. On my first run, it would have been hard to categorically deny the those tears were not tears of joy. I would go on record in stating they were from the wind.
This weekend was our best of the spring in Nova Scotia. We had 2 days in a row with no rain and with warm temperatures. There was a naked bike ride on the streets of Halifax, in which I chose not to participate.
On a normal weekend at our summer home near Tatamagouche, I spend about 4 hours mowing our 3 acres. This weekend, however the grass was a little wet and we had a little more time to enjoy our weekend together as a family. My daughter, now almost 8, is becoming more and more confident on her bike and she, my wife and I set out on several bike rides. It's not a fast paced ride at all, but they are really enjoyable mixing in sing-songs and deer spotting. One deer crossed the road at full speed not 10 feet in front of us. We saw quite a few more including a mom and brand-new fawn which appear to be living within a couple of hundred feet of our house. Our nearest neighbours.
Tomorrow night I'm back on the ice. Last week's skate was a battle. I fought the puck all night but had lots of energy to last me as the rink allowed us an extra 15 or 20 minutes. I worked on some things and I was better at the end than in the beginning.