Workout day 41, @postaday #postaday2011 day 23.
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Whether I’m riding alone or riding with John, I often find myself thinking about what to write, what’s going on with my family, my job, my friends. I think about how bugs taste, how there are always tears streaming down my face because the sunglasses don’t really break the wind there. I think about the whales in the sea, the runners on the street, the bikers, the busses, the tourists, the broken glass, the roots pushing up the road, the trash cans still out after yesterday’s collection.
When I get out of the saddle to pedal fast I remember how it feels to be a little kid in New Jersey again, off on an adventure with my small-time kid friends as we pedaled from Riverside, through Delanco, through Beverly, along the back roads,through the peach orchards, to stop at McDonald’s in Willingboro with my $1 for a Filet-o-Fish, an orange-ade, and French fries.
Before I know it, I have to wrap up the ride. As I near home, I start shifting out of kid mode and into into wife and mother mode, tucking the little girl away until next time I ride. John had banana pancakes and a frothy mocha waiting for me, and the girls were already licking the syrup on their plates. And everyone wants to talk at once.