The idea to bike to Kingston was born out of punctuated equilibrium. With extenuating circumstances comes crazy ideas; this was one of them. The idea was to accomplish something I'd be proud of - something that hasn't happened for five months (March 28).

The exact kilometres biked are unknown; blame the thief who stole my speedometer, sporting life for not having wired ones and my frugality for not wanting to pay more for a wireless one with no-value-added. But somewhere between 325km and 350km is a good estimate. The toughest part of the trip was getting out of bowmanville. The food, the weather, and the pain were all very discouraging. But I soon found a good rhythm and my legs stopped hurting as much. Everything after Port Hope (the most beautiful city on the trip) was smooth sailing. The weather cleared up and the countryside was comforting.

After arriving in Kingston today, I did feel mildly satisfied. Hopefully, the feeling will last for a while. Happiness is built on doing things properly, striving for excellence, and always, doing things you're proud of. It's about doing the right thing. I'll try to keep that in mind in the future.