Feel the burn

I've been mountain biking every saturday. Prior to having Katelle, we used to ride almost every weekend, but at times there'd be lulls. A month of not riding here and there. No wonder my leg muscles never really stepped up to the challenge! For the past 2 months I've ridden every saturday (well, with the exception of one). And today I can feel the muscles in my calves. It's amazing that though life is chock full of so much more now, I'm riding consistently. It rocks. I'm one of those people that has pretty good ideas about what I want to do in life, but often lets those ideas slide by. I've wanted to be a better rider, but never really put the work in. Yesterday I climbed the same hill 3 times. Not a huge hill, but it was a hill that used to trip me up half way through. I'd put a foot down and take huge gulping breathes before continuing the climb. Yesterday, I owned that hill.

In other news. I'm reading The Fountainhead right now (Ayn Rand). It's been a long time since I've read anything in the realm of classic literature. Moby Dick may have been the last, and that must have been more than a year ago now. I've read plenty of good books, but reading The Fountainhead, I'm kicking myself for not reading more of the really good old stuff. Lately, I'd like to jump into each page and become part of that literary world for a moment or two. Everyone has different tastes, so I'm sure I'm exaggerating the weight of the book. But for me, it's a sort of holy grail. It reminds me of the times when I was a kid and would get so excited to run to the bookstore for the latest babysitters club book. Yes, it was the babysitters club. But I was so invested in those characters. I rarely get that excited about a book anymore. Or if I do, I have no problem forgetting that world a month later. I doubt I'll forget this one anytime soon.