I started riding my bike to work again the last couple of weeks. Things have changed since a couple years back when I attempted the same idea. Back then, I arrived at the Archives (me, with the steady and boring life), out of breath and heart nearly bursting from my chest. As I wobbled to my desk, face ashen, I remarked how everything seemed darker…yet, lighter.
My boss, as if popped out of her chair by springs, jumped up to loom over me and demanded my intake of water or juice. After my typical stubborn refusal, she went downstairs to purchase some juice for me anyhow, lest her student worker slumped over, unconscious, onto her keyboard.
Later that day I sheepishly asked if we could stuff my bicycle into her cute [Read: Small] VW and if she could give me a ride home.
Things now aren’t so dire.
It was on the second day of biking that I thought to take pictures and did so this morning. As I huffed along, I tried to immerse myself in the graditude of getting healthy, but kept muttering to myself about how the carbon dioxide I was inhaling was probably negating any real health benefits. It was then I looked up and had a thought of, “How hard these trees work, here on the side of the street with the cars passing – how hard they work to just breathe.”
It made me feel like I was able to emulate them just a little bit. I then felt the graditude.
Specifically, these trees:
And for something completely different, the other side of the street:
What the hell, come ride with me! This picture is for my Mom so she doesn’t get stuck worried about me riding in traffic. The street always looks like this. Really:
There are also some kooky…:
…and interesting things to look at:
Anyone else catch the humor?
On the other side, Narnia – well, more so the Archives actually: