I put my hat on

I put my hat on, and head to the end of my driveway. I look left, right. I make the turn onto my street. The movement is de-li-cious after a long ride, hunched over aerobars. Now, I move the way I was made to move. I tug on the hat to make sure it is snug and low. I see the stretch of road ahead of me. There is magic in this moment, in the pitter pat of my feet. Magic. Pitter pat. Just like this. Pitter pat. My muscles and tendons stretch, and give a yawn. They open to the …