On Being a Mile High Mama
Monday was one of those beautiful crisp days that make me love the outdoors.
I’m a city girl at heart. I loved living in high-rise apartments in New York, New Jersey, and Northern Virginia. Who needs closet space and a yard to mow when you’ve got a balcony with a sweeping view of the Manhattan skyline?
Okay, I’ll admit the closet space would be a plus.
For me, outdoor activities used to mean walking through Central Park to the Museum of Natural History or a Metro ride into DC to see the cherry blossoms around the Tidal Basin. I didn’t own a bike. My roller blades were rarely used. I walked – dozens of blocks each day – but the scenery consisted of sidewalks and city buses.
While I love the concrete jungles, I’m also a sucker for beautiful, natural views. Camping doesn’t entice me, but hiking – without a pack on my back – sounds great. I don’t want to sleep under the stars, but I will happily sit outside – preferably with a big flannel blanket and a bottle of wine – and admire them before going inside to sleep in a comfortable bed with a roof over my head.
We’ve taken some day and weekend trips around Colorado, but I’ve found that a good bike ride on a day like Monday is a perfectly wonderful way to take in the natural beauty. The physical exertion, the mountain views, the camaraderie among cyclists on the trail – you just don’t find that while dodging tourists on Broadway. Even sitting on the benches overlooking the East River, watching the barges and tugboats, doesn’t begin to approach the outdoorsy enjoyment possible here in Colorado.
I rode nearly thirty miles the weekend before I found out I was pregnant. At first, I thought my sudden urges to nap were due to the exhaustion of having ridden farther than I ever had before. As tired as I’d been that day when I finally skidded back into our driveway, I was even more exhilarated. I’d seen horses and cows, deer and snakes, and dozens of prairie dogs. I’d ridden on concrete, gravel, and dirt. I felt physically triumphant.
Monday was a blue and gold day – perfect for a bike ride. Too bad I’m now unbalanced enough that I didn’t dare try it.
I hope someone else did. For now, tell me what I have missed this week. I’ll join you again next spring.