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Go to a Summer Solstice street festival and it feels like I’m falling apart. Ankles swell from BP Rx. My foot hurts because I think I have plantar fasciitis. My back hurts from just standing around.

Get me on my bike and while my endurance is still fairly low, I otherwise feel great. So, it’s settled, as I get older, I must spend more time in the saddle.

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Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the lumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
— "The Kraken" by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1830