Keep It Mooovin'

You know, I spent all summer trying my best to get out the door in the afternoon and on with my workout as quickly as possible so I could get home early and relax for the rest of the evening. But now, we've arrived at the magical time of the year when temperatures can be 90 degrees when you roll out, yet drop to 65 or 70 by the time you get home... But only if you time things right. And it's this timing I always try to get right this time of year. Because to be out, turning the gears in the hills or romping the trails by foot during this daily-occurring transition... Well, there's just nothing better.

So this past Friday, after a long week, I found myself rolling west at around about 5:30pm towards that sacred stomping ground of mine: Nowhere, NY. After climbing for about an hour or so, I turned things down a notch, took a snapshot of my lady-friends (above) and slowly began my descent back down to civilization. Dropping down at near 55mph, feeling the cool, blowing breeze down the back of my jersey, I watched my shadows growing longer and felt the temperatures growing colder. Rounding the local streets of my neighborhood near 8:00pm - legs filled and muscles tight - I took time to breathe in the fact that it just might be the start of fall.