Zen before breakfast

I found Zen!

It happened on the bike this morning traveling south on the return leg to the house down Independence Parkway. My heart was steady at 55% of max. It’s a gentle downhill grade for a couple miles, and at 23 mph, the road spray coming off my front wheel was *just* clearing my helmet. The shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh of the tires over the wet pavement was the only sound to be heard.

And then I remembered… I could have been riding the bike I didn’t wash last night…