I went out for a 40-minute ride on my bicycle and OH, SAY! do those quads and calves feel like Jell-O. Muscles I haven’t used in, well, I’m not sure how long clamored out in pain. My left knee hurts and kept popping — I’m assuming that’s bad. My wrists actually went numb from being stuck in a certain position too long. I think I was locking my elbows.
Physical maladies aside, I had a great time exploring my neighborhood. I found a secret passageway that connects to UOP. I saw some old bald guy in a T-shirt that lives in this grand, old colonial style home with a giant oak tree in the middle. He made what can only be described as a “WOOT WOOT!” as he strolled into his garage to fetch something. My neighborhood is a strange world when viewed from a bicycle. It’s as if the veneer of stateliness is removed, revealing the rich, eccentric kooks who inhabit these historic homes.