Above: a Spring sunset over NYC from my roof in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
I bought a bike this week. I haven't owned a bicycle since I was a child.
Last night I rode over the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan. John and I hung out in the East Village, had some killer burgers, and went to Beastie's to celebrate her graduation from college.
Then we biked home. Oh, my gawd. I thought I was going to die. Did you know that those gorgeous suspension bridges are actually giant, artificial hills? Very steep hills!
And I'm out of shape. I nearly died crossing the bridge. I don't entirely remember the trip after that, as I was huffing and puffing too much to really pay attention to the world. All I could think about was getting home. Of course when we finally arrived home, then I had to carry my bike up to the fourth floor. My legs were noodles and I could barely stand!
Biking will definitely be good exercise. Hope I do it often enough to get super buff!
I'm heading to Vermont tonight with D for a glorious holiday weekend among the fae. I'm so excited I could pee.