Back in the Saddle

Through the long winter I waited,
Spilling sweat on the carpet
Gasping for air
Overheated
As I rode my trainer indoors.

The winter teased with warm temperature
And no snow
Roads ready to go
Calling, Beckoning.........
Only to cover themselves over with snow
Once I decided to go outside and ride

Snow is not the master
The sun is the master
And soon the snow moved off the road
Leaving only puddles, salt and gravel behind

And so I ventured out on my old bike
Puddles getting me wet
Gravel trying to puncture my tires
Cold wind cutting through my clothing
But ride I did, the firstfruits of the year

Where will my bike take me this year?
What will it teach about suffering and victory?
I don't know,
It doesn't matter
Only riding does