I was feeling low so I decided to go for a descent on my bike, nevermind the problem of getting back to the top of the mountain on which I live. The descent is a hairy one, steep with lots of tight curves, cracks, and potholes. It's a good adrenaline generator. Oh, it felt wonderful. Top to bottom it's about a thousand feet vertical, then I have to climb back up to go home. It was a good exercise in determination. It was exhausting. I don't know what neurotransmitters are released with strenuous physical activity, but I got a fair dose of them in addition to the adrenaline.


Now that I'm home I've read some poetry on gratefulness to my wife as I do every day. Next I'm doing dishes and other chores with my son. Blessings upon the geology which resulted in steep-sided volcanoes.