I found myself amidst the canopy of trees. I was alone. But I was never lonely. In solitude, I discover the thrill of solo mountain biking - the challenge of traveling alone; the quiver of getting lost, the ecstasy of finding the right way; and the euphoria of savoring the destination – all adds to the thrill.
I have no choice. I am practically constrained to bike solo. I know this situation is temporary - I hope - though I don’t long to join a group. Not yet at the moment…
I feel blessed living in Quezon City where the La Mesa Eco Park and its Nature Reserve is just a bike ride for a few minutes. Often, there are no other bikers nor runners in sight. It is at this moment that I have that rare privilege of thinking that I own the whole park.
Being alone gives me the opportunity to think and be thankful for what I have in life. Amidst the trees and the vastness of nature, I feel blessed that with my own effort I am able to reach a destination. The trail may have been difficult but I reap the rewards as my bike reach the end of my journey.
With solo mountain biking I am reminded that I only have myself to depend on. I have to move with my own power and volition. I have to pedal with only my strength. If I get lost, I have no one to blame but myself.
I know there are several trails still waiting to be conquered and discovered. With a very limited time, I can bike only one trail in a day or in a given week. One trail at a time – that’s all I can do for now. Sooner or later however, I intend to find and conquer more trails. And I intend to do it solo and alone!