I rode to the gym to swim late last night. When I finished the swim I rode home but when I got to the apartments I simply could not talk myself into going home. I wanted to ride, and I rode.



I told myself o.k. go ahead and do five miles since you feel like it. Then I told myself to go ahead and make it ten..and so on until I ended up doing 29 miles at almost 2 in the morning. No iPod, no radio. Only my body, my bike and my Buddha mind. Mine and my city's pulses intertwined and beating in unison as though dependent one upon the other. We were there last night, together on these Houston, Texas streets. I think I will do it again tonight.