I didn’t ride my bike that much in 2025. I spent much of the first part of the year slowly but surely recovering from three surgeries in the second half of 2024. I could bike commute that spring, but a single ride would take me two days of recovery. I spent a lot more time on buses and in carpools than usual. And then it was summer–too hot–and fall–work was so busy. Lots of late nights, I don’t like to ride at night, my boo works ten minutes from me–we’ll carpool.
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I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m a runner now. I started running on the treadmill at my Orangetheory classes last year, just thirty seconds or so at a time. And then I kept running, getting up to sixteen slow minutes in class. Then I decided to take it outside in August to see if I wanted to be a runner yet. I’ve been on this road-to-running many times in my life, but maybe this time it would stick. Not that it has to. My dad was an asshole about a lot of things, including “fitness,” but in his old age had mellowed. If it doesn’t feel good, don’t do it, was the advice he gave me in the past decade or so. If I didn’t enjoy running, I wouldn’t do it.
Sunday’s ride took me to the YMCA to meet O. for friend/weightlifting time and then to Charles Village for a sandwich and then to Remington to see what all the fuss is about, because I hear that’s where all the cool kids are moving these days. I zigged and zagged, stopped to pick up this week’s CSA produce (hard squash are back!), and followed Sisson to the end, because the ladyfriend promised if I did that I’d get to see a bus graveyard, and she was pretty sure I’d like it. She was right. Continue reading
What I Saw Riding My Bike Around Today 