Damn bike

It wasn’t much of hill. I knew that. I knew it wasn’t much of a hill.

But I made a mistake in thinking the hill wasn’t part of the ride. It was the end, the icing on the cake. My mistake was my metaphor — I thought the ride was cake.

And it was. But the hill wasn’t icing.

You run, so you run

This has been rattling around in my head lately.

I’ve taken up running (back, away, silence your snickers, you fiends! I am allowed to “take up running!”), and I’ve come to some conclusions.