When I was a teenager imagining my life in my 40’s… which wasn’t often, believe me… I tried to think I’d be just a little closer to “cool”.
A tiny bit.
Just a little.
So, when I tell you that I took a 16 mile bike ride today, realizing that it means that I spent my morning – from 6:45 to 8:15 am – riding a bicycle… that’s not exactly “cool”, is it? That’s not even on the cool side of dorky.
At least, I didn’t crash.
Now that would have been sad…