I am up for the challenge of 30 days of biking for the month of April. It’s my only wish that I had 30 bikes–one for each day.
Clearly the lack of epic rain along with sunshine galvanized me out of my deep funk. Never one to settle in a comfortable middle ground (unusual, I am a middle child, why am I extreme?) I ran five miles which miraculously went far better than expected as it’s been a week since I ran. The roads and sidewalks were filled with many like myself: the waterlogged and sun-deprived flinging themselves out-of-doors at the first glimmer of sun. Facial expressions and greetings were uncharacteristically cheery I also noticed.
After my run I hopped on the Armstrong–a favorite child in terms of my bike selection–and delivered 2 letters to the post office. More people out and about at the end of the school day. The Common was full of people with dogs, kids playing frisbee and quite a few loafing around on their backs like baking loaves of bread.
My trip around the city was quick but worth it. Here I am passing traffic on Cabot Street.