What could be more enjoyable than a long early evening bike ride in autumn? The angle of light as the sun slowly sets, the yellows and reds of the changing foliage, the cool crisp air – and the sound of actors reciting GRE words.
It was with great alacrity that I set out on Mopac Trail Monday. Overcoming my antipathy for standardized tests, I’d elected to amalgamate my studies with physical activity – a singular task; the confluence of concomitant obligations.
So to the tune of the Princeton Review’s Wordsmart tapes circa 1990, the largesse of a current graduate student, I rolled to and from Eagle with an occasional verbal outburst of “avuncular!” or “laconic!” to keep myself from protracted mental wandering.
I’ll avoid a circumlocutory conclusion to this entry. Instead, with brevity I’ll state that outdoor activity has turned a perfunctory act into an activity I hope to make an inveterate tradition.