Oakland O' Oakland...
Every day I cycle for 40 minutes on 5th Avenue.
Speeding towards the Cathedral of Learning and never reaching it.
I close my eyes because the traffic doesn't matter when it's four stories below me.
Ten minute brisk walk, lift 20lbs 24 times.
Today the view was cold and gray until the tangerine sun made a last minute appearance.
The tips of the spires of St. Paul's Cathedral glowed like white-hot-and-orange metal pokers.
And this is my daily routine.
Each day I cycle faster and farther, sweating and going no where.
The Pittsburgh Athletic Association is like Pittsburgh's Grand Budapest Hotel...
A little faded yet still a grand old place at 107 years old.
Speeding towards the Cathedral of Learning and never reaching it.
I close my eyes because the traffic doesn't matter when it's four stories below me.
Ten minute brisk walk, lift 20lbs 24 times.
Today the view was cold and gray until the tangerine sun made a last minute appearance.
The tips of the spires of St. Paul's Cathedral glowed like white-hot-and-orange metal pokers.
And this is my daily routine.
Each day I cycle faster and farther, sweating and going no where.
The Pittsburgh Athletic Association is like Pittsburgh's Grand Budapest Hotel...
A little faded yet still a grand old place at 107 years old.