I overheated my coffee in the microwave & was waiting for it to cool down when it suddenly struck me that I’d procrastinated on this goal for much too long. In a weird fit of spontaneous combustion I ignored the somewhat damp weather, put down the mug, grabbed my bike & headed out the door (I didn’t even tell Markus, who was shaving).
I think it has probably been 5 years since I’ve been on a bike.
The bike path around Trout Lake is about 2 blocks from my house, so I cut up the back alley (passing a weird obstacle course of abandoned Snickers bars, still in their wrappers – go figure what the story there is) & hit the empty bike path.
It felt like a great adventure. I was nearly ploughed over by 2 immense Great Danes while their owner shouted “Jersey!! Jersey!!” at (I’m just guessing here) the dog that looked like a cow. There was a drug bust or something (a thwarted chocolate heist?) requiring a scattering of police cars at the far end of the park. The red & blue lights were rather striking against the greyness, but I turned around and headed back along the other side of the path.
Back up a different alley I drank in the perfume of a thousand freshly bloomed & rained on lilacs & realized that I could really feel my legs.
I’ll be doing this more often. Definitely.
