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Sometimes I wonder the difference between chores and journeys. I mean, I know that there is no broader goal that I am striving for when I shower, but other things seem to progress. Whatever I was listening to when I was working out stopped today and I realized that, despite the fact that I was riding a bicycle, I wasn't really going anywhere. I mean, in the broader sense I was traveling toward fitness, but at that moment I wasn't moving at any measurable speed. At that point I concluded that I was only moving forward in time. I thought about it and wondered if spending an hour and a half every day spinning my guns with heavy things and elaborate levers would give me a better life. I was feeling pretty tired and decided that todays destination was only 26 minutes, so I shrugged it off and dismounted.