Blazing Saddles

The winds of change

September 17 2016

I used to regard the wind as the enemy. Cycling with it behind me might let me cruise along at average speeds I would normally only dream of, but payback is always just (literally) around the corner. The same wind that, when on my tail, has me feeling superhuman, suddenly becomes a Sisyphean effort against a head-wind that always seems disproportionate to the benefit gained with it behind me.