It is the middle of a sunny Saturday afternoon in July.
I am on an audacious New England adventure, riding my bike up yet another hill, in temperatures well over 90 degrees.
The sun relentlessly beats down on the sun sleeves that protect my arms and the white wicking skully cap that protects my head.
My short sleeve, green plaid bike shirt is unbuttoned to my belly so that passing breezes can lift the sweaty fabric and cool my back.Fortunately, after weeks of summer bike commuting, I've acclimated to the heat and humidity and actually enjoy the hot weather.
On the descents, the wind cools and refreshes. I soar through the curves of the rolling hills having earned these moments of flight.
This is my life today, any for most of tomorrow, because this is a 600K in July.