Everyday Thing.
Today, I made myself get out of bed–always a struggle–and then I made my daily five mile bike ride to work. It was overcast and foggy outside, but the temperature was nice and I didn’t even need a coat. I live in a small southern city on the coast that is in the midst of sprawling out of control, so between the immense distances from one place to another and awful traffic, riding a bike can be frightening. Many people tell me that they’d never ride a bike in this town. But I love my morning and afternoon rides.
I like being out in the weather and being able to glance up at the trees I pass under. It’s nice to say hello to the people I ride by, many of whom I see each morning. The neighborhoods I pass through are quiet and I can take back streets to the bike path that leads me into the beautiful, historic downtown where my office is located. I can actually make it to work very safely and quickly, especially with the shortcuts available on the bike. Getting myself to work under my own power just feels very natural and good to me. I mean, I’m no health nut and I could stand to be in better shape, but I, like everyone else, was designed to move using my legs and lungs.
Today, I made it to work on my bike and it was great.
