Yesterday, Alyssa, Tia, and I decided to take a long bike ride down the Skuykill River Trail. I’d always wanted to ride it, but never had. I was stoked to be getting back on a bike, but was also pretty intimidated. The weather was described as “dangerously” hot.
It would also be my first time back on my bike in at least a year; owning a car now and staying somewhere rural and far away from everything else made me very dependent on driving.
The ride was really nice and so were the views as we passed reflective skyscrapers in the sky, graffiti under train tracks, old and beautiful bridges towering over us, and sculptures. At one point, the tops of museums, gazebos, and even millionaire mausoleums in a cemetery overlooked us. I had never seen these hidden parts of Philadelphia before. Eventually, though, around three-fourths of the way to our end, my body started to hurt. It began with a subtle but sharp pain in my left calf muscle. We took a break underneath a bridge at a stone table and drank our water. As we continued onward, that pain began in my other calf muscle, and soon enough it was shooting up into both my thighs. My ass was also killing me. I felt weak and pathetic and frustrated, and worried I was an inconvenience to Alyssa and Tia, who were riding perfectly fine. Maybe it was because I was on a single speed and they had multiple gears, maybe it was because I hadn’t been on a bike in a while, and maybe it was just because I was a fat piece of shit—or all three. I powered my way to East Falls Bridge with them powered exclusively by stubbornness.
We took our time going back to take pictures and they both patiently dealt with my worthless broken body. I stopped for a nice dip in the Fountain of the Sea Horse and we sat and watched geese and an adorable family in the grass nearby. Thankfully, we got home right before another summer storm erupted.
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