Hyper...Ventilating

As mentioned, I took the way home that I used to get to work, with a slight variation for safety. From Fairview to Roop, across DMV and DOT to Stewart, turned west on Fifth, north on Richmond, east on Telegraph and looped around to the house.

Sounds easy, but oy vey: going up that hill on Fifth was a new experience for me. I shifted down to the lower gears and really pushed myself. When I got to the top, I realized I was holding my breath, so I did my "asthma prevention" breathing exercises to get back into a rhythm. By the time I got to Richmond, everything was back to normal and I was feeling pretty good. And I felt that push in my back.

Honestly, it's a small very, very hill, but it's the first of many I plan to conquer. Maybe there's something like this in my future. Not professionally, of course, but it's a goal of some sort.

So as I was writing this silly thing, reliving the ride, I start to get jumpy. Twitchy. Ants. Off I go, again! East on Telegraph, north on Mountain, east on Washington, and into the library.

(Important observation: If you're not 18 years old, don't dress like you're 18 years old. Especially if 18 is 20-30 years ago. Ew.)

After the library, sauntered south to Musser, turned right, and pumped hard until Winters, then looped home.

I have a disease...endorphin dependency. Is there a 12-step program?

Thank you, Lara. She knows why.

Back to my life. I have a life...somewhere..."Honey! Did you see where I put my life?"