Mr. Phys-Ed

I don’t like escapism. Your baggage goes with you wherever you go, or else it’s always there when you get back. A gentleman I work with thoroughly believes in escapism. He walks the business park every day @ lunch. Goes for after work rides saying, “time for some phys ed” on his way out. Tells me the ride up to the bench south of Spooner was “good for the mind.” But he’s cussing at the sep-funnels and giving the head-shake to the intercom by noon like he can’t believe an inanimate object could be so stupid.

I ride because I love it, not because I hate work. The more weight I put on fun the more intolerable other stuff becomes. No amount of fun would change that, and I’d just become Mr. Phys-Ed. Better drop the shit and move on.

-M