Twelve miles on inline skates. Two hours. With the boy. This is the one. This is the kind of activity that doesn’t need dressing up because it’s already perfect. You strap on skates, you grab your kid, and you go until your legs are jelly and the sun is getting low and neither of you wants to stop but both…
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Biking to get gas for the Deere. The John Deere. The mower. Because the yard wasn’t going to mow itself and the gas can was empty and driving two miles felt stupid when the bike was right there. Saturday morning, 9:36 AM. The responsible version of me — the one who gets up and handles things before it gets too…
Continue transmissionRode the bike to get gas for the John Deere. 1.7 miles to the station and back, twelve minutes, Camila Cabello on the speakers because the shuffle didn’t get the memo that this was a lawn mower errand. Three songs. One gas can. The most domestic ride of the summer disguised as exercise because the tracking app doesn’t know the…
Continue transmissionRide to get gas. That’s it. That’s the activity. 1.84 miles each way to the gas station on a bike, which means I either carried a gas can on a bicycle or I was getting gas for myself at a place that also sold snacks. Knowing me, there were snacks involved. Twelve minutes. Thirty feet of elevation, which in this…
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