I’ve found riding MTB to be one of the best wake-me-up exercises there is.
I hate going to the gym.
Never liked the atmosphere.
Always felt like I was missing something big… and yeah — fresh air. You just can’t beat it.
You’re outside.
You’re moving.
You’re focused on the trail.
For a while, nothing matters except the next turn, the next climb, the next descent. Your legs burn, your lungs work, and somehow your mind goes quiet.
That’s why I keep coming back to it.
In the gym, on the other hand…
I feel like a monkey in a zoo — constantly being watched.
But anyway…
This photo from Kollenberg is as peaceful as it gets.
No one around.
Just how I like it.