The Art of Being

Disclaimer: I have not perfected this feat, but do think that it probably is an art.

Today is cool and pretty windy. Late in the morning, I figured that since it was dry, I could go for a bike ride before going to the MN History Center.

I did the same ride as Friday, which is actually 16 miles, not 15, for those of you keeping track - - ooh la la. The first half was cool (literally, with some snow flurries), but dreamy, because the wind was at my back. The second half was pretty challenging.

I remember that the force of gravity is 9.8 meters per second squared. (Thanks Sister Bernadone, and thanks for teaching me math on the side. I suppose I should be grateful that you tried to set me up for the prom, but you had bad taste in boys.) I don't remember how to calculate my speed down a slope (and I probably don't have all the relevant data), but I know that some bursts of wind were stronger than the weight of me, my bike, and the pull of gravity. In other words, I had to pedal to get down a decent hill.

I'm grateful for the hard workout because I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed these days - I know, ridiculous, compared to other people's obligations and issues - and the exercise distracted me and made me tired.

The exhibit at the MN History Center was excellent, although disturbing. It was crazy to see 151-year old photos of the places I was riding this morning. If you are a Minnesotan, I strongly suggest you go to the museum before the exhibit closes in September. If you question my nerdy opinions, my friend Erika can vouch for the quality of the exhibit. There are related exhibits throughout the state to commemorate this historical event.

I'm now going to try to practice being, rather than doing, since doing will start up again tomorrow morning. It's hard, but I think I can achieve this goal, with a little work. (Oh, but that's doing, not being...)

Speaking of goals, check out my progress: http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MaggieMahoneyMS150.