I kinda get it now, but it still amazes me: I can be ever so tired or exhausted, my legs can be really sore. And still, biking home is one of my favorite parts of the day. I can even dread it for the first half, still at some point it will excite me and I will push myself.
Recently, I’ve also had some unofficial races. I’d share part of the way with a fellow biker, and we’d kinda push each other to go faster. Which is a little tricky at times, since we’re biking through town… What I learned: you don’t gain much time if you cross red lights, you’ll have to wait later on, and I am usually able to catch up. All in all: it is fun!
Movement makes awake.