Thursday’s ride took me down the hill early to meet my swim teacher for another lesson. These lessons have had me riding from Charles Village to the edge of Canton, not a trip I was used to taking, so I keep trying new routes. Today, though, I just took the straight shot down the hill, a left on Aliceanna, slight right onto Boston, and I got there in just 35 minutes, which is fast for a red-light-obeying cyclist like me. It was sunny when I headed out, and it just felt good to be on a bike and on vacation; it only took three days of it for it to take. 45 minutes in the pool and I was on the bike headed back the same way I came. My legs were heavy from all the kick drills. Turns out having strong bicycling legs doesn’t translate directly to the pool. I took my time getting back downtown and around the harbor, up the hill to Federal Hill for lunch and a vacation massage at my favorite strip mall out in Locust Point. Afterward I went shopping in the shiny new Harris Teeter grocery store, on the hunt for Christmas lights. I took the stairs to the third floor where I snapped this picture of the view of shelf after shelf after shelf offering so many “choices,” technically slightly different versions of the same things. I get overwhelmed by these faux choices, especially when buying basic stuff that I think there should just be one of, like deodorant or toothpaste. Wall after wall of fake choices in a gleaming warehouse of lights but not a strand of lights to be found, but somehow the order of it was almost beautiful. Almost. On the bike to home, feeling thoroughly worn out, my favorite feeling of all.
My favorite feeling also.