I rode to work this morning... first time I've commuted via bike in a long time and it was my first road ride of the season. The bike was dialed in (smooth, quiet, fast), weather was great, and I felt pretty decent for early April. It felt really good to be out. As some of you know, I've been in the throws of a divorce for about 18 months now. While it's not an ugly divorce, it's still been hard and I've found myself questioning a lot of things (mostly about myself... purpose in life, direction, etc...). With all I've been through lately, as uncertain as things have been, as up and down as the emotional roller coaster is... at 7:35 this morning I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was supposed to be on my bike, on that stretch of road. Everything about the ride - the bike, the weather, the traffic - everything was "in tune"... it was perfect. It was "bigger" than just spinning wheels, turning cranks, and pumping legs... I'm not a religous man, but if that is the feeling people get from faith/religion, I can definitely understand the appeal.