Close your mouths.
OK Good, that’s out of the way.
I recently told a bunch of my Jamaican friends that I ride a bicycle to work and they pretty much flipped out! They laughed so hard and/or were in such shock at this bit of news.
There is a bus that stops directly in front of my office but I choose to ride a bike. I say things like “it’s healthy” or “it’s exercise” or “I can get some air” or “it’s environmentally friendly” etc etc. for why I’m riding a bicycle to work.
Three years ago I would not have uttered such words. That would have been crazy talk. But I continue to ride my bicycle. Pedal away. I find they are pretty darn good reasons to ride my bicycle. I don’t mind this European culture that’s rubbing off.
ok OK…maybe that was a little premature, talking about how I “like European culture of riding bicycles.”
Truth be told…
I die several deaths riding uphill for 30mins every morning. Many deaths!
I am so unfit, my muscles officially hate me. It’s literally an uphill battle getting to work. Worst 30 minutes of my life that I have cursed myself to relive over and over. BUT it’s voluntary!
Tell me why I do this? Well it’s partly because my waistline is expanding exponentially and I need to put a stop to it.
However, truthfully, I quite like riding my bicycle to work in the mornings (and evenings).
So do pardon my absence from the blog…I was recuperating 😉