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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.

In the tapestry of life, the threads of health, fitness, and well-being are often woven in the crucible of experience. As I stand on the precipice of a new year, I cannot help but cast my gaze backward at the insane business mileage traversed across 2023.

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.

Finally, after damn near six days of consecutive dawn rain, Red Chameleon and I were able to get out for an early morning meditative maneuver. It felt absolutely fantastic to be riding again and burning unnecessary calories after my diet kind took a nosedive for the last week.

This morning I was determined to ride regardless of the weather, rain or shine, hot or cold, humid or dry. Red Chameleon and I hit the tarmac while it was still dark, riding upstream as the sun rose in the rear-view on this lovely Tuesday morning.