One day at work, I overheard colleagues talking about a mountain bike group ride. Despite having zero mountain bike experience, I asked if I could borrow a bike. That weekend, I showed up in full spandex, chasing aerodynamic gains, while everyone else wore baggy shorts and jerseys. I felt wildly out of place, but it was too late to turn back.
Every turn held a surprise: sand, rocks, uncertainty. My colleagues flowed like water, weaving smoothly around obstacles. I was mesmerized. Coming from trail running, I couldn’t believe how far and fast a mountain bike could take me. Riding forced me to live fully in the present while scanning ahead. On a mountain bike, I felt like a kid again. That ride changed everything.
I still enjoy racing, but some of my favorite rides are commuting to the office while chasing the sunrise through local trails. I eventually sold my commuter car and replaced it with an electric bike, which I use to commute and take my kids to the park.
Raising three kids takes time and energy. Cycling is my source of energy, but I no longer have seven hours to ride on weekends. Instead, a total of seventy-minute commute, a sixty-minute lunch ride, when possible, a few weekend hours, and riding with my kids add up to meaningful fitness and real family time. The bike helps me live more efficiently and sustainably, fully integrated into my family life.