A & I got up early this morning to go for a bikeride. Brushed our teeth, got dressed, and hopped groggily onto our bikes. Rode to High Park and back in about an hour. We planned to do this every other morning, but we'll see how it goes. I thought that early-morning exercise would be this buddhist picture of tranquility, but I spent a lot of the ride fighting traffic and shaking off odd dreams and grumpiness. I am also not used to biking with a partner. At any rate, I feel good and elastic and awake. I guess it is funny that I always imagine myself doing stuff in this level, zen-like manner when the reality proves to be rather more...bumpy.
