It is February Sixth

I went for a bike ride today.

Ishmam noted how nice it was outside. He said it was so nice that he wanted to blog. We both agreed that was pretty pathetic, so he left to go on a bike ride. About half an hour later, I shoved myself up from my spot in front of the computer. I went upstairs, put on my alpaca fur cap and some shorts, and wrote a note.

I’m going on a BIKE RIDE. Yeah.

The note didn’t matter however, because right as I was putting on my shoes, the garage door opened. My mom and brother stared at me as the car pulled in to the garage. My brother started laughing. “What’re you doing?!” my mom asked. After several questions about my well-being in regards to the cold, I inflated the tires on my bike and took off.

I had to walk for a good ten minutes because the path to the park was covered in snow and ice. I had to improvise a bit in order to bike my way home. When I was walking my bike through the snow, I realized that life would go on, whether or not I blogged about it or not. I thought about why Cross Country runners do their thing, and how it was similar to me riding my bike. I thought about how this was one of the only times I hadn’t brought an MP3 player with me. I usually listen to a playlist while out biking.

There were a lot of people walking, all bundled up. One older gentleman smiled at me and said “That’s the spirit!” I have found that when I bike, I am more likely to blog.

When the snow is all melted, I’m going to bike every day after school, like I did in the spring of tenth grade.

Bring it on!