Back in Boulder

Today, I rode my bike for transportation. 

Or rather, I rode a bike for transportation. 

It was one of those bikes that you have to pedal backwards to brake, it was way too big for me, and (on the way back, at least), I had one huge bag of groceries on my back while another was in my lap; I was panting from the thinner-than-usual air, was bone-dead-jet-lagged-tired, and just generally felt weak. 

I loved every second of it. 

When I get on a bike, I just start grinning, no matter what, really.

So much of last summer's cross country trip comes flooding back, and I feel an instant sense of complete and total freedom. 

I'm still not the best biker on the block (especially right now, considering I'm in biker-steeped Boulder, CO), but regardless, biking is just such an awesome feeling. 

I'm here for a music convention and not to run, bike, or swim, but I'm still going to find some time to do at least one serious bike ride. I've heard there are some mountains that are fun to climb...