A Revolutionary Basement Ride with Comrade Che

This morning I woke up very early and with every intention of spending some of those early morning moments on my stationary bicycle in the basement. It wasn't meant to be however, as I sat down began pedaling and realized that either a) the cyclometer on which the back tire is placed was much louder than I had last recalled or b) it was somehow broken. At any rate, it was too loud to continue for fear that I would wake the family and they too would have wee hours to wile away.

With the weather turning rather nasty (snow and very cold), I made my way once again down to the basement after work, this time with little concern about the volume of the apparatus, which ultimately seemed to work fine. As I've mentioned previously, "basement cycling" is not as easy as it appears, especially when the scenery is lacking (translation: a cinder block basement wall as pictured to the right) which is where visualizing, whether by reading or listening to music, comes into play, as it did today.

While riding, I continued to work my way through Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life by John Lee Anderson. At 832 pages, this is by far the longest book I have read since The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand, in college, and as such has become much more of a literary mountain I"m obsessed to scale than simply an interesting biography. I have little over two hundred pages to read of this book I've worked on (along with numerous other reading material for school and pleasure)

So, in the end I did make it down to the basement in the late evening with Che and, together, we took a revolutionary visualized ride through the back roads of Cuba...

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