At the beginning of the term, I was unhappy with my teaching schedule: sixteen hours per week, thirteen of which are spread over two days, and the other three of which are spread over another two days. I didn’t anticipate one huge benefit of that until the term began: my light teaching days don’t leave me ready to collapse at the end of the day, and that makes them good days to bike to school.
I put 100 km on my bicycle last week, and when I get back home today, it’ll have travelled another 20 km. I used to hate exercising, because I have an unusual mix of preferences and abilities: I’m woefully uncoordinated (which rules out team sports and dancing), I have bad knees (running would be the death of them), I hate being indoors (nix aerobics and the gym track), and I like being able to keep track of my progress (making things like hiking less than ideal). A bicycle equipped with a speedometer/odometer is tailor-made for people like me.
One of these days I should write about the dozen more conversations I’ve had that began with, say – is that an electric bike? It’s made me the most popular kid on the Island.