I set off having written “think right” on my hand which was then immediately covered up with my cycling glove and therefore unreadable (idiot.) And began my long and stunted ride through San Francisco towards Golden Gate Bridge. It was stunted due to the fact that having researched lots on “how-not-to-die-by-bear-attack” and “how-to-make-a-fire-that’s-semi-reasonable-and-won’t-go-out-immediately” , I had failed to look up “who-gets-right-of-way-at-a-stop-sign?” I would figure out later “whoever-gets-there-first-wins”.
Going over the bridge was emotional. I’d slept for about 4 hours because I suddenly became aware of the enormity of this task and had subsequently set off at 5am. I’d ridden slowly, trying to get used to the fact I felt like I was dragging the weight of another bike with no wheels behind me and also had to mount the pavement to calm my nerves every other minute.
Finally the bridge loomed through the mist before me, looking epic, in-conquerable and very red. I dutifully lined up the song my boyfriend had asked me to play when I got to the significant moment and knew in my heart that once I was over this bridge, I’d really begun. I was on my own and would have to handle whatever came my way.
I cried of course, halfway over.
The song was “Law of Grace” by Soul Capsule.
bitter/sweet 