Optimism is unwrapping your bike from its winter cover, pumping up the tyres and cycling 25 minutes downtown to work, when the maximum temperature for the day is supposed to be around 10 degrees, there is a stiff cold wind blowing, and Spring is just a hope, not a promise.
I was optimistic yesterday, and have decided to be optimistic again today.
Oh, and optimism is also about believing your lungs and knees and thighs will hold up, as you pedal away like a mere forty-year old.
Optimism is straining credulity, I guess. But then, I’ve always been a believer.