After a lovely weekend, there will always be a Monday. My Monday starts off with me getting ready for work and making my commute to Manhattan. And that’s what I’m going to write about.
I wake up at 6:00 to prepare for my day. I shower, eat (possibly play a game or two of chess), put my clothes on, pack my bag, and then head out the door. I do this all while listening to music, if you dance even a little in the morning, in my mind that’s the right way to start the day. Once I leave the door, I drop my longboard and start heading down Hoffman Street. There’s this perfect, slight decline from my house to Fordham Rd, every morning I drift down it to start my commute. Once at Fordham Rd this is where things start to get tricky. The mini-highway that is Fordham Rd. is always bustling and it can take awhile to cross. Not to mention, it has various steep slopes throughout the area I’m in. My train arrives at one of the low points on Fordham Rd. Technically I could ride straight down the road’s hill and arrive at the train station, but to be honest it scares me to think about that. How I dodge this treacherous area is by first crossing Fordham Rd and going onto Fordham’s campus. For a brief moment I go from being in the loud, urban city to a quiet, eloquent campus. Large trees line up next to the smooth roads, the greenest grass I’ve ever seen fills Eddies Parade, and the historic stone buildings scatter about the campus. The steep hill from Fordham Rd. becomes easier to handle once on campus. With multiple curved paths, I have more friction to work with and a better handle on control. Listening to music through my headphones, this is usually a great part of my day. I exit at the Metro North gate and arrive at the train platform. From there I take a train to Grand Central terminal that takes about 20 minutes. I usually read during the train which is good for me because I feel like I don’t read enough. Anyway, once arrived at Grand Central I ride towards the east river then head south until getting to the jobsite. It goes by fast on the board, but I always have to keep my head on a swivel looking out for cars and other people. I’ve fallen several times on the board, but since I got the it a couple of weeks ago I do it less and less. My calves that once felt ripped because of it can now move the board faster and longer than ever before. It’s good to see progress like that. There are some things in life where progress isn’t so easy to see, but when we observe the simple things we improve upon, it should reassure our belief of progress in the more complex things. Anyway, that's my morning story, what’s yours?