|Up there: let's ride|
Tonight, with rain threatening to dampen my commute, and assured to soak the weekend, I opted to turn 90 degrees off my normal commute, and take the longer way home: up the mountain, along the heights, and down the wheeeeeeeeee switchbacks back down.
|Up there: it's not that steep, or that far, but it is NOT the way home, and is just for fun|
I used the granny ring to get up there. As I don't usually ride up hills on my commute, it was off the beaten path, and my legs were asking "What the heck is this?" I explained that as it was Friday, and as we may not get much of a ride in this weekend if it pours rain for two days straight, this was a necessary and enjoyable diversion on the commute home. Yes, it was longer than usual, not a direct route, slower, more work, and also took some time, but I felt like prolonging the ride anyway. So I rode up there.
|Looking back down|
More or less, symbolic of my bicycle commuting in general. Riding a bicycle is not the shortest route, or the quickest, or the easiest, but it is rewarding for me nonetheless. In tangible ways like health, fitness, muscle tone, sure, but it's probably the intangibles that lead me to continue to affirm that riding my bicycle to work is much better than driving my car.
|Phoenix, seen from up on Camelback, as a Pacific storm moves in for the weekend|
Commuting by bicycle is, in itself, taking the longer way home, for me and my commute any way. Today, I made it even longer. And you know what? It was even better. Sometimes, it may not be the quickest, or the shortest, or the easiest, solution which yields the best result. That's probably kind of obvious, but riding my bicycle is an enjoyable way to validate that for myself. It's also probably something like what I've been thinking about while writing this blog. That, and you know, the other, nearly constant suggestion about what to do instead of sitting still at home. See you around. Get up. Go ride.