Thursday, July 2

bike experiment, day 19

i rode 27 miles today. yesterday i rode 23. everyday this week i've been riding to and from columbia, where i've been teaching creative writing to high school students. i taught my two classes, went to a quick happy hour, talked and stood around with some of the other teachers for a while (one of whom had, earlier in the week, sold both his screenplay and his young adult sci-fi novel and who, at some point even earlier, i suspected had de-friended me off facebook). and then i rode home. along the greenway there was an usually large amount of horseshit, substantial mustard-colored clumps of it, littered across the lanes. i thought of poetry, and of how my work week was over, and of how i was going to spend the rest of my night. it began to rain hard and then thunder. i don't like to stop but this time it was too much. my shoes were filling up with water. i found shelter under a lean-to. standing there were a female jogger, a male jogger, and a guy in a business suit, all of whom were drier than me. hello, i said. i think i got a nod or two, though i couldn't really tell because my glasses were too fogged. we stood there. after a while the rain let up some and the business man and then the male jogger left. it started raining harder again. i pulled out my portable stereo and ipod and played "buckets of rain" and the female jogger smiled and i smiled back and thought about the city. the rain kept on and there we were. wet and waiting.


Mark Doten said...

hey man, nice work. the biking thing sounds great -- my sister has just challenged me to a half marathon in october; we'll see if that happens. know what you mean about the "powerful" feeling of pushing against the pavement. it's good not to be a full-time drunk fuck-up! excericse! it's for winners! (he sez, and reaches for his eighth glass of cony y tora.)

James said...

thanks dude. how much is a half marathon? i hate running. biking is only tolerable because i get to see so much of the city and because i also get to coast and experience constant low to moderate danger. also, there's something satisfying about the upkeep of it. otherwise, i'd be a full-time slug, slugging away at nothing all day.

James said...

also: fuck yea on getting in conjunctions! i'll have to get a subscription maybe.