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It’s that kind of day again, and why not? Why not every day? The photo may be out of sorts with the coastal sunshine of the last few days, but that’s not important. Not at all, it’s just an image. It’s vibe. It’s a mood. It is what it is.

It’s been a good weekend so far. We pedaled down the shore of the Hudson yesterday and out onto New York Harbor. The sun was strong and I felt strong too, or relatively so. It’s been a while since I’ve done over (well over) 20 miles and it felt like a detoxification. Whatever was stuck in me at the start of the day was gone by the end.

And we laughed and awful lot. There is no better detox than laughter, is there?

And movement… laughter and movement. Sitting in one place for too long is poisonous. I’m going to keep moving until I can’t.

I probably spend too much time thinking about the limited time left. It’s more of a low-key itch than an ache, but still… It’s impossible to enjoy the moment when you’re sweating the future so my goal for today is to let that go. There are people much younger than myself who won’t make it through this day, or maybe that’s not the case. I could still go first. Not that it’s a race but nobody knows when they wake up where they’re going to finish.

I am grateful for yesterday.

I’m grateful for waking up today.


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