You should be dancing. 30 days of biking, #12

You got the heels. The top. The skirt.

All the hair on your head? You grew it yourself. Yes, you did.

You have no idea how to two step—it seems to have something to do with feet—but you do a mean chair dance.

And you know people like chairs.

If it was nighttime, you’d be wearing sunglasses, and peering over the frames because, face it, you can’t see anything when you’re wearing sunglasses at night.

For a few magical minutes, the universe is lifting the rope that divides those who stand in line from those getting their party on.

In the real world, this time is known as the 42 minutes between wishing it was warmer and wishing it wasn’t so hot.

It’s Goldilocks time without the bears. Just you and your porridge.

Dig in.

April 12, 13.5 miles plus 1.