In an effort to burn extra calories in preparation for the turkey-and-stuffing feast we’ll devour tomorrow, Bryant and I biked from Venice Beach, past the boats docked at Marina Del Ray and almost made it to Manhattan Beach.
The plan kind of backfired because all that pedaling made us so hungry we had to stop for ice cream and hot dogs along the way. Still, being outdoors in the sunshine felt so good. I wonder if it would still feel this good if I lived in LA, where the weather is almost always perfect. I’m sure I’d be outside biking, surfing or running every single day.