It was another beautiful spring day and I was able to get in a mid-day bicycle ride. I did about 25 miles, trying to get rid of the winter fat in time for a two-day MS fundraising ride along the NJ coast in May. In cycling, there is an official term for someone over 200 pounds: a Clydesdale. Well, you can call me Clyde and Dale, because I’m both, although I refuse to get on the scale and see how bad it really is. I prefer not being a Clydesdale and it is going to take some work to get there. Five years ago I did a 30-day ride from San Francisco to Somerville and I was 177 pounds when I got home. See the daily ride journal. I hadn’t been that light since college and I shot right back up afterward.
So I’m riding along today and see this patch of little white flowers in the woods. I only know the name of about four flowers and these aren’t one of them. I’m sure someone will chime in with the name. I pulled out my trusty point-and-shoot camera and liked the way the three trees lined up vertically.