
My lovely machine (to me, anyway) stands neglected. I haven't ridden in over a month and this galls me every time I look at it. Look at it's headlights. See that glint of reproof? Meant for me and only me,
muchachos y muchachas.
Perhaps I should state here and now my intentions for this new year? Public humiliation as a punishment for failure is a great motivator,
non?
* Ride my bike! Ride to work often and also for recreation as often as is feasable. I've been leery of riding lately because I live in fear of shady spots where the snow and ice have lingered. I've already fallen ass-under-New Balances during a morning walk, and the idea of careening into an arroyo at speed on a bicycle gives me the shudderings.
* Drop the rest of the weight I've gained since I quit smoking (whereupon my metabolism shanked me in the back and rolled over for a long nap).
* Stay regular with the workouts at the gym and on the trail. Learn to run. Yes, I typed "learn to run" because I suspect I don't really know how to do it. Because running sucks and I rarely willingly learn to do things that hurt whilst doing them. Actually, being an example of Urban Man, running for me is unnatural for any distance longer than, say, half a block (catching a bus or an ice cream vendor), but never mind, yeah, have to learn.
* Learn this great city of Albuquerque. Ride the bus, ride the bike around, learn all the trails and all the byways. Except the highways. Hate them. LOATHE them. These people (not YOU folk, I'm sure) drive as if the automobile had been invented two minutes before they sat in one. I once read a description of the Autobahn as like being fired upon from behind by cannons lobbing BMWs and Porsches. Driving the highways here is like that to me, except I suspect Germans drive better, or at least manage to stay in the lane for longer than ten feet. I digress.
* Learn Spanish! As in, crack the damned book we bought and apply myself, rather than leave it lying on the table as if it's very presence will let me
hablar la lengua de España (translated via Google; guh!)
That's five. Not unreasonable.
Now for this to be effective, somebody has to volunteer to chastize me when I fail to persevere. But you know, that's just likely to make me mad and send me into an ugly, middle-aged pout, so never mind.
Hasta.
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