Monday, May 8, 2017

Boiling the Frog

I stopped being able to feel my feet five miles ago, back in Queens, but there's still about ten miles to go before we're done riding our bikes through all five boroughs today. The clouds have come up, hiding the sun and keeping it cool as we ride along the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, but it seems to be getting tougher, not easier, to keep our speed as we get closer to the end.

"Wait," Katie finally says as it continues to get harder to pedal, and the Verrazano Bridge looms above us in the distance, "This isn't flat."
One year ago: Considered Opinion
Two years ago: Superpowers
Three years ago: Running to Stand Still
Four years ago: Longest Conversation We've Ever Had
Nine years ago: 5-7-08 Nodding Off

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