Its days like these that I am grateful for my bike and my ability to ride it.
A good perspective check kind of day. Nothing deep or inspiring. Just a good plunk on the head reminder of how outrageously fortunate I am.
I spent about 8 hours of today waiting around in a hospital.
I hate hospitals and I hate waiting.
But somewhere in the middle of the day I was able to sneak out and roll around the (monterey) peninsula on a day that was either a freakish weather occurance or a sure sign of the beginning of the end. In either case, it was gorgeous.
And I made certain to stop at all the vistas and stare at the views with the tourists, even though I had seen these vistas a thousand times and stayed longer than the tourists.
And I threw caution to the wind on the downhill.
I watched kids play in the beach and smelled the greasy loveliness of a beachside burger stand.
I studied the harbor seals and their perfection of the art of laziness.
I went the wrong way down a one way street.
I climbed the hill I hate to climb and hit it out of the saddle at the top just to thumb my nose at it a little.
And checked out the vista once more.