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Miles Biked: 36.96
Average Speed: 15.4 mph

Miles Biked: 17.66
Average Speed: 15.3 mph

Miles Biked: 5.93
Average Speed: 9.8 mph

Miles Biked: 14.70
Average Speed: 13.9 mph

Miles Biked: 10.21
Average Speed: 16.3 mph

Man, Miles Biked would be a great name for a person:

“I see you’ve settled in very nicely, Mr. … ?”

“Biked. Miles Biked.”

“A pleasure, Mr. Biked.” They shook hands cautiously. “Refreshments will be served promptly at seven o’clock.”

The Midtown Greenway is very convenient, useful, and serene. It is also very long, flat, and boring.

The weather today makes me miss Texas, not because it accentuates the general climatic differences between Minnesota and my former home — that has been accomplished emphatically over the course of the past months — but because it so closely (and yet so unsuccessfully) approximates the dry, radiant Texan summer Heat that I grew up with.

I enjoy that type of Heat because it can be confronted as a purely external force, and because it is self-assured enough that it does not seek out alliances with other climatic effects. In contast, the Minnesotan variety of Heat is, on its own, middling at best, but it seeks out dishonorable coalitions with Humidity and Breezelessness. Thus allied, it asserts itself upon the populace not directly and honestly, as does its Texan counterpart, but in an altogether devious manner: relying on its co-conspirators to weaken the abilities of both mechanical air-conditioning and the body’s natural regulation of temperature through perspiration, it seeps into the body like the venom of some unclean insect.

Thus, a day such as this is bittersweet: one is compelled, by its rarity, to enjoy it in all possible fullness; but in doing so one must confront its tantalizing nature, and ultimate inadequacy.

Plus I have to spend all afternoon at work. This sucks.