on friday the 4th, before the socializing started, i went and took the path along the river out past watertown (so, a 14 mile + epsilon loop). i had never ever seen the little dam in the river just beyond watertown square before. it was a great morning, and all these people were out enjoying themselves. it was warm, and i was going fast (well, for me), and it was just remarkably amazing to be alive and young and outside.
saturday i went biking with yak, down to the blue hills, then through the reservation, and then i caught the T at quincy adams. maybe 12 miles biking total, more or less. i totally suck at hills (well, going up them), so getting through roslindale and some of the park kind of sucked for me. but downhills roxx0r!! especially on trail rather than road. even though my bike isn’t the hottest piece of shit extant, i can still suddenly appreciate just *why* i like having a mountain bike. the way it owns the ground, and gives you so much control of what you are doing is so amazing.
i must endeavor to remember this everytime i am going really slow on pavement and start lusting after a speedy slinky road bike.
oh ja, on the first ride i did manage to get a little bit of burn on the back of my shoulders. but hey, it has devolved into tan already. yay swarthiness. or something. perhaps “whee!!! skin cancer and wrinkles, here i come.” but whatever. yeah.
