So I nearly got hit by a taxi today. But who hasn't in New York City?
I was biking like usual along the biking path next to west side highway. As I was riding up near Chelsea, I started to get wary because there's usually a lot of people crossing the road around there. To my surprise though, at the next crossing was a taxi approaching. Cars are supposed to yield for pedestrians and bikers because it was a biking path but this crazy taxi driver decides to keep driving even as I was crossing. At this point, I was getting kind of scared inside. I saw time moving in split seconds as the taxi got closer and closer to my bike. To be completely honest, I did think that there was a possibility that I might die because of this idiot. Being who I am though, I just pedaled faster. Just as I thought I was able to make it safely past him, his car hit the back wheel of my bike. On any other day, that might have been fine but just a little earlier, it was raining. The roads were still wet and my bike, being a road bike, did not have any grip on the road (plus its extremely light weight). I ended up skidding a few feet. I tried to regain my balance and then I noticed a road divider directly ahead of me. I barely managed to swerve past it but that really put me on the edge of my seat. All that happened within a few seconds but I saw it all happen in slow motion. I know I should have been scared but coming out of that, all I felt was excitement. I felt more alive than anything. This wasn't a "Yay I barely escaped death" kind of excitement. It was the excitement stemming from realizing something about myself. And that was, I live to move.
When I'm outside, I always go all out. I play till I'm exhausted but for me, that's the best feeling in the world. I'm the most happy when I'm moving and when I come home at night, I sleep so soundly. At first, I thought that might have been wanderlust but it's different. This feeling of not being able to stay in one place for too long. The only word that can describe it, is peripatetic. Recently though, I've been staying at home a lot more... and it's really been draining me slowly. It's not who I am to stay still and honestly, it's suffocating and stifling. It's time I reconnect with who I really am and move.