They say (I don't know who does) that whatever you do on the first day of the beginning of the month, you inadvertently carry on with that ritualistic exercise for the rest of the month, and if I go by that accord then December will be spent bicycling through the city.
Instead of walking I decided to cycle to the bank and filled with the exuberance of having gone through said bank work with unequalled efficiency, decided to do the rest of work lined up for the day on a bicycle as well.
One of those random city rides if you please, where I almost travelled from one end to another on a bicycle, not the everyday mundane cycle, but my multi-gear Giant On Road which I love and adore like a heartbeat.
One of those rare days when I actually gear up with helmet and whatnot, but it's worth it.
The crispy frozen chill that begins by cutting across your face in needle-like rasping jagged edged saw turns into a cooling balm when you begin sweating and after five hours of bike ride speckled with assorted work I got back home feeling rejuvenated and destroyed at the same time.
It was the first bout of exercise in almost two weeks and the wonders it does in reanimating your system to a piece of malleable flesh of galvanized machinery is something of an experience only exercise can tell.
Flip side being I got done with work that wouldn't have ordinarily taken up more than two hours into a five-hour long mission, but I don't look at it as time wasted.
But yikes, I came back home to an already occupied abode, because people were here before me and I just know it will be another Friday repeating itself, in that I won't be able to get done with work I'm supposed to do today, viz., updating my story, because that expects me to sit and seat and get lost in words for as long as I want, an impossibility when I'm not alone.
Not to mention a steady message bombardment of plans for tonight.
I plan to do some work, but then again..sigh
Instead of walking I decided to cycle to the bank and filled with the exuberance of having gone through said bank work with unequalled efficiency, decided to do the rest of work lined up for the day on a bicycle as well.
One of those random city rides if you please, where I almost travelled from one end to another on a bicycle, not the everyday mundane cycle, but my multi-gear Giant On Road which I love and adore like a heartbeat.
One of those rare days when I actually gear up with helmet and whatnot, but it's worth it.
The crispy frozen chill that begins by cutting across your face in needle-like rasping jagged edged saw turns into a cooling balm when you begin sweating and after five hours of bike ride speckled with assorted work I got back home feeling rejuvenated and destroyed at the same time.
It was the first bout of exercise in almost two weeks and the wonders it does in reanimating your system to a piece of malleable flesh of galvanized machinery is something of an experience only exercise can tell.
Flip side being I got done with work that wouldn't have ordinarily taken up more than two hours into a five-hour long mission, but I don't look at it as time wasted.
But yikes, I came back home to an already occupied abode, because people were here before me and I just know it will be another Friday repeating itself, in that I won't be able to get done with work I'm supposed to do today, viz., updating my story, because that expects me to sit and seat and get lost in words for as long as I want, an impossibility when I'm not alone.
Not to mention a steady message bombardment of plans for tonight.
I plan to do some work, but then again..sigh
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