Beach + Biking = Happiness

After complaining about being unhappy, I threw my bike in my car before heading to work and drove to the beach when I was done.  It was beautiful there.  It sounds so dumb, but riding along in the sun with the wind blowing in your face is such a good feeling. I wish I could do it every day!





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