Dancing In My Pedals (1)
Have you ever done something that just engulfs your body? You feel totally alive? Cycling is one of those for me. Some time ago I was asked: “Miles, why do you love cycling so much?” At the time I really didn’thave an answer, or the correct one. Shortly after, I realized that it was an event with my brother. I was six, perhaps seven, and had just learned to ride a bike. Weeks later, he [then fifteen or sixteen] said, “We are cycling to Grandma and Grandpa’s.” From Greystone Heights to Richmond Heights. Down busy College Drive, over a bridge and a river. Six miles each way. A Thursday night. My mind was racing. Heart pumping furiously. Fear. Excitement. Breathless. I still remember, to this day, thekaleidoscope of emotions. I remember thinking, “I must keep up to him and I can’t fall over.” My little legs turned those pedals. We made it home safely. Each and every time I get in the saddle, those emotions course through me.Excitement. Fear. Alive. Being in the moment, present, the timeless Now. A tour de force of the mind, body and soul. There are times that I ride to push my limits. Throwing my body into chaos.Tapping into the vast storehouse of unlimited, unmanifested human potential. How far can I push the body? This
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