Sprinting to Save My Socks

I train.  I train for several reasons...I enjoy riding my bike, I want to be healthy, because I feel passion for my sport.  This year I also begain training because it makes me better at life.  Today that training paid off and also saved my socks.

During that brief time period when we didn't have rain today I set out to ride from Shelby Twp to Columbus.  Most of this route was on the Macomb Orchard trail and even though it wasn't sunny, the temperature was mild and I found myself easily turning the cranks and enjoying the mileage.

At my turnaround point, somewhere in Richmond I was startled out of my cycledreaming by a fast moving object on my right.  Seventy pounds of snarling canine fury was coming in hot, fixated on me.  I pictured myself being pummeled by this beast and quickly decided to put down the hammer...and then...man...I was just going...

He gave chase, he was determined...but I really love my legs, my bike and my socks... 

Legs were burning, swear words were streaming...

I glanced under my arm...eyes were on me...too close for comfort.  I dug deep, laid it all out...

I looked back...he was faltering...

I pushed on...

I really, really love my socks...

Back on the trail, minutes passed and finally I slowed down.  I decided at that point that it's nice to train for life...it really comes in handy...