Friday, September 10, 2010

Day 93: rollin'

My poor gym buddy injured herself during our last work out, so I ended up not going to the gym yesterday.

Today was the first kiss of fall. I felt invigorated, renewed, ready to take out my bicycle, to get my roll on.

When I put on my workout shirt (the long sleeved one. hell yeah, fall) I felt out of shape, lethargic, and, as I gazed at my rolls in the mirror, sickened. We make sacrifices with every season. In the summer, I sacrificed my love of being busy and being surrounded. In the fall, I sacrifice the quietude of summer, the time to really invest myself into projects (such as this one). In the winter, what will become of me?

As I rolled down Ring Road and some obnoxious asshole honked at me and some more obnoxious assholes yelled to me, and some even more obnoxious assholes sped past me, I longed for summer. I longed for the empty Ring and the empty roads and the lack of fear I had rollin' around all summer long.

I took a left out of campus and went up Ring Road. I must admit that I was mildly terrified during the entire ride down Old Westport Road. The people at this school drive like morons. And the traffic was pretty wild, being a Friday at 5 p.m. and all. As soon as I went up Chase Road, however, I lost all sense of fear and loathing.

I coasted up Chase, enjoying the bitter strains of colder weather, the darker skies. I lost myself in thought as I rode up and then down Lucy Little. I could have kept on with that pace, that pavement forever.

As soon as I returned to Old Westport Road, anxiety returned. I immediately felt tired and heavy and lame. The hill completely winded me. I was biking s.o.o.o.o.o. s.l.o.w. and it made me feel pathetic. I had nearly mastered that hill by the end of the summer and now we're back to this?

I wish I could just work out and get really fit and then it would stay like that. What is the point of working out and building yourself up for 90 days only to lose it after 20? What kind of bullshit IS this, body?

This is why we can't have nice things.

Or look nice, in any event.

Tomorrow is hopefully a walk with Kate and other lovely fall things. While I love the fall so much, summer, know that I'm missing you hardcore right now. You and your empty roads.

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