I love running. I really do. Running and I have endured a relationship that's lasted for decades. Hell, we might even be common-lawed at this point. But sometimes, I need my space. I need to spice things up - with my bike.
|OMG, suburbs DO exist!|
Our trek ended at Johnny Brenda's, also known as the bar that serves the "Best bloody mary in Philly," according to myself and a few friends. A few beverages and two bars later, I saddled up for a semi-intoxicated trek home. I. Love. Sunday Funday.
I also love biking. Despite the chronic pain in my quadriceps, I look forward to Sunday rides. Perhaps this is a fad and the newness will wear off soon...but I doubt it. My bike is my freedom. I can go anywhere. I can also go downhill a super high speeds, which is an adrenaline rush and a half.
I've felt the burn before - relationships, work, finances - but this time, something's different. The burn feels refreshing, not worrisome. And I can't wait to feel it again.