This morning I did my little cinder block/step-ups/pushups/core exercise routine, and then went down to the river and paddled for an hour.
I rode my bike to the river and back. Until yesterday, I'd had a six-day streak going during which I did not drive a car; I had to drive Martha to the airport yesterday, and that's what broke the streak.
I didn't have many places to go during those six days, and when I did go somewhere I rode my bike. I hadn't set any lofty goal of staying out from under the wheel; it just sort of worked out that way. Once I get in the habit of riding my bike places, it's really pretty easy to do. I think being an athlete and living simply are complementary things.
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