Short spin

I took the rac­ing bike out for the first ride of the year. It was­n’t as nice out there as it looked a few hours ago, and I turned back real ear­ly on in def­er­ence to the chill, and gen­er­al lack of moti­va­tion. I can say I got in my pre­scribed 20 min­utes of mod­er­ate activ­i­ty, but that’s sort of nothing.

In any case, I got to burn off some ner­vous ener­gy, I guess.

Bicy­cling just isn’t fun the way I remem­ber it being in oth­er places. In Con­necti­cut, North Car­oli­na, and New York, I could get on my bike, hit the road, and go some­where. A nice 30 mile loop would take me through neigh­bor­ing towns; in a half a day I could reach some small town I’d nev­er been to and see things for the first time. I just got an email from my dad say­ing that he’s going to try to vis­it every town in Ver­mont by bicy­cle this year. Now THAT sounds like fun!

Here in Cal­i­for­nia, I can take off on my bike and ride 100 miles and still be stuck in sub­ur­bia. I guess I can start by tak­ing BART to one of the ends of the lines and do some explor­ing that way. There’s also Marin, I guess. Lots to explore up there.

Some­how I’d real­ly like to recap­ture the fun of cycling again, even if I am here in California.

Lose Your­self—Eminem