I saw this on social media and thought I would copy it. I don’t know who the author is, but it is appropriate.
Dear loved ones,
I’m sorry for making you worry everytime I climbed onto my bike. For you worry this could be my last. I want you to know that if that is the case, I left doing what I really love to do. Please know that it is never my intention to make you worry. You may sometimes ask why I would risk my life “just for a ride”? To some people, no answer will be good enough. Others may say things like, “he’s careless or selfish”! And for the rest of you that are undecided, please take a minute to read on.
“A ride” is our freedom away from a world turning evil, a nagging boy/girlfriend, a child that’s on our last nerve. “A ride” could have helped you stay another day at a job. “A ride” could have saved an argument, or kept a husband from saying something he regrets or a wife from burning the house down 🤷🏼♀️ “A ride” could be the only time a mom, dad, wife, husband, grandma, grandpa, girlfriend, boyfriend, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, friend, daughter or brother has during a day to catch his or her breath, to reenergize, to pray for strength to continue on with all the “job titles” a mother or father has in a day! Last but not least. I love it and everything about it. I love the long roads with the beautiful views! I love the excitement I feel everytime I push the pedals. I love the gas station conversations. I love the out of the blue races. I love the family that’s within the cycling community. I just love the ride!
I will finish by saying THANK YOU! Thank you, for supporting me even though you’re not comfortable with it. Thank you, for the countless prayers. Thank you for every phone call to make sure the cyclist down wasn’t me. Thank you for showing your love even when it’s difficult.
Sincerely, Your Cyclist