this morning- because i awoke insanely early and because last night, for the first time in a long time, i had absolutely nothing to do- i rode my bike.
a few key plot points:
my bike is named the viscount. it was born in 1995.
i have neither ridden the viscount nor engaged in viscount maintenance of any kind since 6 september 2009.
my physical activities since 6 september 2009 have been confined to two massages, a single 110-block walk, and the consumption of copious baked goods.
i am presently sleeping approximately 4 hours a night and am fueled by two liters of diet mountain dew a day.
the obvious response to this state of general physical deterioration being to rise early and ride a bike. because, well, yeah.
and so ride a bike i did. up orchard, down diversy, up clark to belmont, down clybourn, over on division, back up halsted, and over to north lincoln.
and i can honestly say i have never felt closer to death, God and my thigh muscles than i did at 5:49 this morning, as the sun peeked over the dome of st. clement's, and the viscount and i wound our weary way home.