The Memorial Day holiday means a three-day weekend (four-day for me, actually) so today is not the dreaded Sunday - laundry, groceries, worrying about the week - but it's like Saturday all over again!
We neglected to get any form of exercise yesterday. Even our attempt at a morning walk was thwarted by the damn freight train. Oh well, gluttony feels good. Instead we puttered around the house, ate breakfast in NoPo, reduced our monthly AT&T bill by $30, changed the Suby's oil, got a tattoo, ate McDonald's cheeseburgers, and watched HBO's TV show "Hung."
Today, on the other hand, we donned our padded asses and took our matching Surleys to the streets (and trails). There is something oh-so-satisfying about being able to walk right out our front door and hop on our bikes for a few hours of riding. This cycling thing is a new hobby for the both of us, and so far suits us well. I don't know enough about distance or speed or calories burned to get my panties in a twist about it, and Alex, well, Alex is pretty much laid-back about all things active. We biked through the Pearl, toward NW, up into Forest Park and all along the main fire road, out to Germantown Road, across the St. Johns Bridge, and through North Portland, right back to our apartment again.
Taking in the views from the St. John Bridge.
A break from the uphill.
All smiles in Forest Park.
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