Lunch break ride. Same day, same distance as the morning — probably the same route in reverse. When your lunch hour is only thirty minutes and you need to move, three quarters of a mile is what fits. Heart rate says this was barely above sitting at a desk. That’s fine. The point wasn’t cardio. The point was sunlight and…
Continue transmissionNovember 2019
Not even a mile. Probably to the gas station or the corner store — the kind of ride where you don’t bother checking the tire pressure first. Five minutes on the bike. Heart rate barely cracked triple digits. This is what “getting out of the house” looks like when you don’t have a plan but you have legs and a…
Continue transmissionElection Day 2019. Pedaled two miles to the polling place and two miles back. Pensacola in November is still warm enough to ride in shorts, cool enough to not hate it. There’s something about biking to vote that makes it feel more deliberate. You can’t just autopilot through a drive-through democracy. You show up sweaty and present. You lock your…
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