City Thanksgiving
Had a little pre-Thanksgiving breakfast bite here on the couch, watching the Macy’s Day Parade on TV. Our picture window is just right of the TV, and I can see far more joggers than usual passing by, presumably burning some calories in preparation for their feasts later today. It’s fun to live in the city, feeling the heartbeat of a vibrant metropolis all around, your neighbors going about their lives. A few days back, I was biking back home in the dark along the East River Road. On the hill up to a bridge over I-94, I could see the river, Minneapolis, and the rush hour cars slowly winding along the freeway, all stretched out in front of me. I felt like I was really part of it all, and the thrill of it was very surprising. I got what I really like about it all. I bet that’s what people in New York City feel — when they take a step back from the crowded streets and subways, from the constant noise of traffic, it’s a thrill to be right in the midst of all the hustle and bustle.
Mykala and I were thinking about doing a Zumba “Turkey Burn” (90 minutes of me trying to figure out the choreography while Mykala rocks out next to me) aerobic-type class this morning, but her achilles tendon is acting up. There’s no sense in having a ruptured achilles Thanksgiving — they’ll be plenty of time for Zumba in the weeks ahead.
Happy Thanksgiving!