|View from my current commute.|
Tobbit no longer has an engine in him, so driving isn't an option.
I figured that meant I should bus.
So I bussed.
Each day, hours on the bus.
I used to love the bus. I still sort of do... but there's a point when I realize how many hours I'm wasting just sitting. I know I can listen to podcasts and read and it's great and dandy, but just standing there. Waiting...
The worst part, it was making me want to gripe and complain.
General rule of life:
If there is something in your life that makes you want to complain daily, you need to change it or stop complaining. Bam.
I was getting bus sick and getting home feeling drained. My 8-hour-work-day was 11 hours long, including transit, and that's way too much time for this humans.
Luckily, within a week, I thought for a second and came to the obvious conclusion.
Yo... why am I not riding my bike? I do 10 miles frequently, that's no a huge distance.
Here's what I know about biking:
1. It's free.
I've had the same bike for five years, it was given to me by the rad family I was working for, and has cost a total of $130 over the years to keep it in keen condition.
2. It makes me happy.
3. It makes me feel amazing.
4. It makes me feel good about myself.
So why wasn't I riding my bike?
Yesterday, I took the bus to work, but biked home.
Normally, on the bus, I get to weave through a never-ending suburbia.
Yesterday, I hopped on my bike and within two miles, I was greeted with this view:
I was thrown into farmlands and biked 90% of the way along the Sammamish River. The air was fresh, sites were new, sun was shining on me, and I was giddy (despite the ridiculous headwinds).
Thank goodness I wasn't clueless for longer than a week.