eat red meat

and enjoy the compete

Do you commute? If so, how?

Me?

I’ve had to go to a part of the world where parking is both limited and expensive. Traffic in the morning is anything but terrific despite how similar these words look to me on the screen.

So lately, I’ve begun every day by riding my bike to work.

It’s been pretty swell starting the day by doing something that I love in order to do something else that I love.

But on the way, I’m playing a bit of a game.

You see, whenever I get on my bike and am riding in traffic, I’m in a race.

I’m racing with every other person out there on a bike. No matter where, who or when, if I see someone in front of me, I feel a huge desire to reel them in.

I could be going on two hours of sleep and no food, if I see someone in ahead of me, I drop the hammer and do everything in my power to pass the motherfucker.

Zeke says that I’m a Class 5 racer - meaning I’m not in a race but attempting to race everyone else without them even having an inkling that I’m competing with them.

But most o…