But there's this one thing that's carried over from those it's-gross-outside months. I keep my bike indoors wherever I can. This includes when babysitting, in my apartment, and Shimer. In my apartment and where I babysit I have specific permission to do this. The Shimer building, not so much.
So when my tires started getting all gunky from the dirty snow/slush, I began carrying my beautiful bicycle through the halls trying to avoid giving someone a reason to deny me this privilege. Before it got so disgusting, I rolled my bike all over tiled indoor floors. Carried it up some steps to get into buildings maybe, but once inside my good friend just rolled along beside me until we reached our destination. Now that slushy tires aren't so much of a problem, I should stop lugging the thing all over the place.
It has wheels. Carrying is unnecessary.
But I still do. And I can't bring myself to stop. I have no idea why.
So every day I'll hoist the thing up these steps...
But the threat of messy tires is over. So I don't know why I keep picking the thing up as if it doesn't roll. My arm doesn't know why either.