I didn’t think I was going to go for a bike ride on Easter Sunday. As tends to be my habit, I ride less and less in the winter time and then find it hard to get back into the habit in the spring. On Saturday, my son and I biked to Daisy Field for the local youth baseball league registration and skills assessment. It was nice to be on a bike again. But still, it was an exhausting Easter weekend and late Sunday afternoon I would just as soon be ready to go to bed early.
But then my son said he really needed to get out of the house (and away from his little sister) and go for a bike ride before the sun set. So we rode through the tangled morass of construction at Forest Hills and down the Southwest Corridor bike path to Stony Brook and back. It was colder than I’d realized and I should have worn a jacket over my sweatshirt. It also started getting dark swifter than I expected, and we may have rode even more if my son had his way.
April 1st, and I rode a bike. Day 1 of 30.
3.3 miles, 32 minutes.
