So. I'm here, in Cleveland. I'm sittiing in my sister's nicely furnished livingroom within close proximity to a candy jar. I eat red meat once a day. If I wake up before ten, it is no more than a minute till I fall back asleep. I still ride my bike. I still look forward to that feeling after the lactic acid breaks downs and body and bike are more unified than the knee waiting in its socket wrapped in enough mucles to tear one, or get pretty close, and still be able to bike. I got a ride from Columbus to Cleveland. Was feeling moody the day I arrived in Columbus. Wanted to scream. And I was thinking, 'what is wrong with me?.' Turns out my eyes were watering. My knee wasn't swollen. It kinda itched. It also kinda stabbed and throbbed. Uh. Mind over matter is only helpful when the matter isn't the soft tissue of your knee ripping. I'm fine. Feel like a weenie for getting a ride. I was afraid I would permanently damage my knee otherwise. I've been riding about twenty miles a day. Have also been eating like a viking. Trying to see family and friends before I leave Cleveland. Saying my 'hellos, how're you?, you seem well, I'm just visiting, goodbyes.' Trying to plan the next six months of my life. Have a craigslist ride to Chicago tomorrow.
goodbyes get old after a while but
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