1.11.06
my williamsburgh bridge
I used to live in the borough of Brooklyn. Every day, I would ride over the Williamsburgh Bridge. It was such a pain, literally... my poor aching knees and soul.Then I moved to the other side of the river. How excited was I about the prospect of not going over that damn bridge every day, twice a day? Rhetorical question. I was overjoyed.
But I moved to a six floor walkup. Now, instead of going over the bridge, I walk up and down the stairs. Sometimes I carry my bike, sometimes my groceries. Sometimes I run up the stairs and other times I take a little break on the fourth floor because... well, maybe just because I want to. The other day I brought in a coffee table and stopped every five steps to breathe and get a better grip. That was an unwieldly challenege.
I've escaped the mile-long bridge but now I've got 80 steps. My poor aching knees. And soul.
posted by a girl @ 21:23
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