get up and go
Despite not feeling so good this morning I jumped back on the wagon… err… bicycle. I timed how long it would take me to get to work (a little less than 20 mins) so I could get ready to go this week at some point. It felt great to be out in the beautiful weather and so freeing to be on the bike.
Whenever I bike I have memories of tooling around Reston. For a long time my bike was my escape. My quiet time to myself. The bike brings a form of independence that a car just can’t equal.
I remember biking down Glade and through all of the trails, down to the creek and over to the lakes. I biked to soccer practice, to school. I remember buying Meat Loaf’s new cd on the way to practice on my bike. Of course I had no way to listen to it, but I felt so cool that I was able to go get it the day it came out.
My bike also helped fuel my first crush on a girl. I used to bike to her house after school and on the weekends. She would walk from her house and meet me at the local shopping center. Most of the time she had already eaten with her family, so she would sit with me while I ate. Or sometimes we would go to the bookstore. There are so many memories of moments with the bike.
Jumping on today, I felt like I was reuniting with an old friend. A neglected companion who is kind enough not to blame me for all of the lost years.
More to come…
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