多摩川

The morning called, the road waited, the ride delivered. Cool air sharpened the senses, golden sun stretched across the sky, and the river flowed with quiet power. Effort felt effortless, strength felt steady, motion felt meaningful. A stop to soak it in, a push to finish strong.

A final ride before the wind takes control, a test of strength against resistance. Shorter in distance but not in effort, every push forward met with nature’s defiance. Progress is built in moments like these, where persistence wins. Next week may bring change, but the motion never stops.

A battle against wind, resistance, and fatigue. The road challenged, the effort never wavered, and the ride proved that strength is built outside, not on a screen. No simulation, no shortcuts, just movement, struggle, and progress felt with every turn. The road tested me, but I pushed through.

Cold air, open roads, and pure motion. Each pedal stroke felt alive, every breath crisp and full. No screens, no data, just the raw rhythm of the ride. The world moved with me, the effort real, the freedom unmatched. Riding outside is more than training, it the ultimate connection.

I returned from Dubai last week Saturday at basically midnight only to hop on a flight to Seoul for a week about 30 hours later on Monday morning. After sacrificing Saturday to recover from sleep deprivation, today at dawn I mounted my fat ass on Red Chameleon for my first ride in way too long.

It took about ten days to get back out on the tarmac, but after a couple hellaciously busy weeks and a small vacation to get in some hiking, Red Chameleon and I finally got to see some action.

The good news is I was finally able to get out on the tarmac for some limited spinning on this sad and soggy Sunday morning. The bad news is the rain ultimately hindered what would have otherwise been an outstanding ride.

Despite having some early morning meetings, I still managed to eke out a decent 36k ride before diving into a heavy day at the office. Even though it was a much later start than I prefer, I was intent on hitting the tarmac and logging some kilometers.