Last (well, last-last) Monday I was invited for dinner at the home of a friend who lives in Rockridge. Every time that I have visited her home before this, I had driven from my home in Frontierland. Sure, often I would stop there on my way to or from someplace completely un-bike-or-transit-able, so I had some excuse to drive, but the main reason for driving to her home over a transit or self-propelled mode of transportation is just that Rockridge seems far, much farther than it is, for whatever reason. (Ok, not whatever reason, for a complex set of reasons that I keep trying to type out but keep distracting me from the story I actually want to tell.)
But I am trying to become a more fit and healthy person, a more fit and healthy and energetic (and skinny) person. One way that I work toward this goal is by going to the gym. Another, that I do with less success, is to avoid alcohol, as a half a bottle of wine with dinner really packs in the calories, and to try to eat more home-cooked food (it’s not un-fatty, because I just don’t have a lot of willpower, but none of the fat is hidden, at least). And my third technique to becoming fit, healthy, energetic, and skinny is something I’ve learned from the fundamentalist, evangelical Christians.
Much as they suggest evaluating the ethics of every situation, from the mundane to the extreme, with the mantra: What would Jesus do? (Or the extra clever: What would Jesus drive?) I now try to evaluate my life, as much as possible, with the similar, What would a FESH do? Where FESH stands for (perhaps you’ve guessed) Fit, Energetic, Skinny, and Healthy (person). [Ok. I dont actually use the acronym in my head, I spell it out. But it's just not as pretty on the page: "What would a fit, energetic, healthy, skinny person do in this situation?" Is it?]
Based on prompting myself with this question, I have ridden my bicycle home from Berkeley, twice, and to and from the Nomad cafe, twice, and I have even started walking to the grocery store. (Sure, this means I’m more likely to go to Albertson’s (20 minute walk) than Trader Joe’s (35 minutes), but since I get most of my groceries delivered by the PlanetOrganics.com people, I’m ok with that.)
So, in this case, I said to myself, dinner in Rockridge, and I’d like to bring a bottle of wine, which will be split between only two people. What would FESH do? FESH, in this case, would clearly ride her bicycle to Rockridge. On the map, it doesn’t look that far; you eliminate any worry of driving too soon after drinking the wine; and you get to feel good about yourself, all ethical and exercise-y.
I like to think of myself as a seasoned urban cyclist. When I lived in Berkeley, I had no car and cycled everywhere. I’m comfortable, at least in theory, with turning left like a car and taking the lane in traffic. But I guess it has been a while since I’ve ridden for anything more than pleasure: before undertaking this ride to Rockridge, I consulted two different cycle-commuter friends. One to ask for a route suggestion and the other to find a good bike shop: If I was going to ride to Rockridge at 7pm, and home again at 10, I was going to need a light.*
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