Mid-week

The lady at the Dunkin Donuts counter was surprised to see me. "Miss, di ba every weekend kayo nagbibike?" I was just as surprised to hear this from her, as this was only the second time that we met up at the Dunkin Donuts in Masinag. When asked why we were riding in the middle of the week, I told her we weren't able to ride last weekend and we were trying to make up for it by riding on a Thursday.

Such is how these days turn out. That weekend rides and daily bike commutes are never quite enough and if you do miss a weekend ride, somehow you feel that urge to ride in the middle of the week. It helps that you have company who have schedules as erratic as yours and can afford to give up a few hours in the early morning to ride.

So here we were, going against the daily grind: avoiding swerving vehicles, impatient motorists, rushing commuters, etc. etc. No matter how many times we do this, the road to Antipolo always greets our bodies rudely. Hello there, burning thigh muscles, heavy breathing and pounding heart. Welcome to my town.

We finally reached our destination, where the gradual descent, trees and fresh breeze were more cordial to us. Not surprisingly, we encountered some cyclists (bikers?) who had the same idea. Triathletes were training and hardened cyclists had their morning coffee and tsismis.

Three's not a crowd.

Bike-versations

All too soon, it was over in a matter of 2 hours. We bade Antipolo farewell as the Metro Manila skyline got closer, where the rest of the day waited for us.