Sometimes I think I want to be 'normal'.
I think I want to be like 'everyone else'.
I want to do what normal everyone else's do on the weekend.
Or so I think.
Sometimes I wake up on Sunday morning
thinking I do not want to spend another
half of my weekend day on a bicycle.
I want to do what the everyone else's are doing.
What that is,
I am not exactly sure,
so I come to grips that I am not normal,
I hop on my bicycle,
and slowly those desires for normalcy fade away...
I enjoy the fresh air,
I enjoy the beautiful weather,
I enjoy the warmth,
I enjoy the scenery,
I enjoy being out in the world,
I enjoy getting in shape...
What was I thinking?!
To not have gone on a ride today?!...
for shame...
I never regret it.
I'm glad I am not 'normal'.
