Late winter cabin fever. I feel like the soycurl fajita burrito I ate yesterday. I want to ride my bike for miles and miles and miles but it’s pouring rain and I have nowhere to go. I want to ride until my legs ache and I can’t breathe and I can’t stand. I miss throwing myself onto a riverbank or a grassy patch of ground anywhere to catch my breath and just laying there until I can pick myself up and do it again.
aghIt’s supposed to be 62 and sunny on Friday. Where are good places to ride in Portland??
the day before yesterday
some days I wake up as a mermaid.