It’s easy to be cynical.
National news is grim. It’s an election year. And here in in Utah, the winter has been perfunctory.
But cynicism is tiresome.
And anyway, spring is near at hand. And with it, all the brightness and optimism that follow in its wake. Baseball. Singletrack. The White Rim. And of course, summer.
Cyclists are inherently optimistic. Eyes forward, plotting, planning, hoping, focused always on the next. The next lap. The next race. The next season.
And that next season is fast approaching. Indeed, it’s already here. It is now. And that leaves me feeling very, very optimistic.