Though my enthusiasm has waned over the past few years due to various factors, I’m a committed-enough cyclist to be worthy of the name, cyclepath.
And cycle paths are where you’ll find me in the pre-dawn (or early dawn) hours of most weekdays.
Every morning I rise at 4 (by which time it’s already light in Tokyo at this time of the year), pour myself into increasingly tighter lycra and get out on my bike.
I get out before I start thinking.
Once I start thinking, I will talk myself out of riding.
I’m basically not an exerciser, and am by nature a sloth.
So it doesn’t take much to keep me off the bike.
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