On a bicycle ride–my usual after-work 13 mile route, only it’s Saturday morning (and I don’t have a job right now). I had just turned off of Terwilliger onto SW Westwood Drive. Which means the climb up to Fairmount was starting. I was checking in with my legs, my breathing, how I’m feeling on the bicycle, thinking about the hill and how hard I planned to push it. A song played in my head as though I were in spin class; a steady beat to my pedal strokes….