Every day

Every day I learn something. Not always something new, but something. Today I learned–again–that when I ride the bus/Metro, I don’t get that hot-chisel-hammered-into-my-eyebrows feeling that riding my bike in 20 degree weather gives me.

Yeah, I don’t know how it is that such cold can feel so hot, and I don’t particularly care either…just make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

And yes, I’ve tried pulling my skullcap lower and pushing my sunglasses up. Dude, there’s just going to be some bare skin there, and it’s going to hurt. Until it goes numb.

I also learned that it’s far easier to read books on my iPhone while sitting on a (too) warm bus than while pedaling at 100 rpm while seated, if you can call it that, on a saddle that could be mistaken for a bird perch.

Then again, on the bus/Metro, I didn’t get to see the sun rising over the rivers, the geese winging overhead, sweeping left and right as they form and re-form their echelons and V formation.

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  • I often wish I could take a train to work.
    Sure, the people might get on my nerves after a while. I'm sure the novelty of it all would wear off.
    But, the hour & a half commute in my car (yes, that's one way to work) often drags on. During that time, I could read, sip coffee, & just relax on my way to work….

    ….but then again, there are some days that my daily commute by car is my ONLY alone time. I often do my best thinking there….

  • Any routine can get old over time, although I find that it takes much longer for those routines that I enjoy, like biking to work.

    My commute is about an hour and a half each way as well, regardless of the vehicle or vehicles I use, and it is good alone time and definitely clears my mind.

    Have you tried audio books? There are the obvious commercial outlets, but many libraries now allow for free downloads of mp3s. When I used to walk Barky, I used to listen to podcasts. You might like Manic Mommies, episodes of which would fit perfectly into your commute.

  • The birds are a nice touch, but I've got to go with warm.

  • Whit, I do like warm too, but did I mention that some of the warmth comes from my fellow riders? Like the ones that press and jostle against me all the way home? Not that I'm a misanthrope…OK, maybe a part-time misanthrope…but some days it's nice to breathe freely rather than ride with the huddled masses.