I swallowed a bug: Another fine adventure in under six hours.

I biked to Vandalia, Ohio this evening, after hardcore snacking and napping, for the Vino and Vinyasa at Day Yoga led by my faithful yoga extraordinaire, Elisha. 13 miles on the Great Miami Trail, and a smattering of non-shouldered thruways, took me to to my first experience at Day's northern outpost on Dixie Drive.  Once again I beat google maps travel time by a comfortable 20%. 

The yoga was not hot, thankfully, and the white wine was not cold... but tastily cool, and mighty quenching after the warm, humid ride.  There was a delightful spread of relishes and confections, I withheld, choosing just wine and yoga... and water... for the next hour. 

Elisha runs a fine class -- not boring, not easy, and in the course of these directed movements and breaths I am always brought to a place closer to myself.  Several sips in (2.5 glasses), I was absolutely fine that we didn't cap things off with arm balances and headstands as would be expected from one of her typical core classes. 

Feeling good in the hood, amongst fellow yogis, we (I) commenced to pounding lukewarm wine and nutrient-rich goodies, and chatting it up about Alaska, Dayton area geography and folks' foreplanned vacays. 

Time to hit the road south. Dark now, I donned my helmet, avec $20 energizer headlamp, and burned the bike-mounted head and taillight. All downhill from here -- I'd gained about 230ft of elevation on the way up to V'dalia, of which the downward part I enjoyed as I cruised through the bugs and fog and thick summer's night air. 

Live live live - dead! as that bug went straight down my throat. The energizer LED allowed me to watch this innocent insect rapidly make its entry into my face, but really, feeling it hit the back of my throat was my first indication that this night life was now part of me. 

What a great ride! Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the downslope grade or yoga mojo power, maybe it was the hospitable summery temps, but I just cranked and cranked and every crank asked for another. ...until I coasted by the lowhead dam just north of downtown where I simultaneously glimpsed a crescent moon alongside an evening planet and an apparent long-burning votive right at the crest of the dam.

I chilled there, typed out some of this here text, listened to the rushing water, and eventually changed into more going-to-town clothes; I had a mind to get another tasty beverage at the Barrel House.  That waterborn candle (and the moon and star above) continued to burn during my riverside rest.

My evening closed out sitting back in a comfy chair facing 3rd Street, feet propped up, and a session IPA in easy reach. This joint was cool and quiet and just right and made the final fifteen blocks home all the better.