Lately we’ve been taking lots of bike rides, because we want to explore this city beyond the scope of what we can easily walk. Lately we’ve been appreciating how much DC clears out in the evenings, and on lazy Sunday afternoons, when the tourists are back at their hotels and the commuters have fled across the Potomac. Lately we’ve been marveling at the how green this city is, how elegant, and how surprisingly small it is when we can fly down the mall on our bikes. Lately we’ve been taking lots of bike rides because the exercise is good, and you hate running (and we can be honest, I hate running with you), but I don’t want to give up time when you are home to run. Lately we have been getting lots of exercise, and we love it, because then we don’t feel bad getting pints of ice cream on the way back.
Lately we’ve been taking lots of bike rides, and you are always so much faster than me, but I blame it on how much nicer your bike is. We both know that’s a lie, and it is just that you will always be better at anything sporty, but you let me declare it anyways. I don’t really mind, because I like following behind you, watching you ride with no hands, and hearing you call back to me. I like when you circle back, and we try to hold hands why we ride, even though we both know that this is a terrible idea because I am miserably uncoordinated and we could both go down in a pile of rubble. But you smile and convince me to try, and I know we look so ridiculous, but I don’t care.
Thanks for slowing down when I get whiney on the hills, and for always carrying all the stuff.Lately we’ve been passing on nice dinners out so that we can bike along together and grab a picnic to take down to the Lincoln memorial, or whatever beautiful destination we happen upon. Lately we’ve been eating lots of Sweet Greens and caprese salad and whatever fresh summer bounty we can get our hands on. We don’t need fancy restaurants right now because it’s summer. Biking with you and a fresh bite to eat and a summer evening.
That’s enough for me.
PS: Lest you think that this is about to become one of those trendy blogs where we bike everywhere looking impossibly chic and cool, don’t worry. I have no clue how people look cute when they bike because I sweat like a man and have to wipe my forehead on my sleeve every three minutes. And those cute helmets that are all retro and dome- like and colorful? So expensive, not to mention the impossibility of cute hair post bike ride. Nope, not this girl. You will have to go elsewhere for your hipster biker-blogger fix. But on the plus side, I do kind of think that this counts as us having a hobby!