On the surface, they couldn’t be more miles (eh oh! pun!) but in reality, they are more equal than one would expect.
The fact that I love cycling isn’t something that I hide. Give me an open afternoon, a blistering hot sun and some well-laid pavement and I’ll be happily occupied for hours. Money, on the other hand, isn’t regarded with the same level of admiration. That isn’t to say that I don’t accept money as a necessary evil. I’m a commerce student after all, and I’m able to recognize that money sometimes even acts as a barrier between me and the road. However begrudgingly.
With the new semester upon us, I’ve been able to settle down and put in some time on my bike, spinning away an hour or so (read: a hunk of festive turkey, or so). Spinning alone in my apartment doesn’t have the same allure that open roads have. Mother nature doesn’t whisper the same sweet nothings into my ear as I watch re-runs on the tv as she didwhen my forearms are rested on the handlebars, barreling down the same mountainside in 10 minutes it took me 45 to get up just prior.
But just like an well cared-for bank account, I’m slowly making regular deposits. And when the sun is upon us for more than 3.5 hours a day, and the snow has melted, that investment is going to pay dividends. And those dividends are going to allow me to ride those roads for hours. Blissful moment after blissful moment.
Those lonely, sweat-ridden afternoons aren’t looking so bad after all.
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