Rickenbacker Causeway - the Way to Key Biscayne - view from the office

Not today, but soon the training will begin on the Causeway.  It's imperative that I start putting some miles under my trekking shoes. What better way to prepare for the Way than on our very own picturesque causeway; a Florida treasure.  

The virtual plan is as follows: today is fat Tuesday therefore, starting tomorrow, I have promised myself to commit to several miles under my stride every day. By the end of the forty days, I will be good and ready to navigate the causeway fully geared up and under the Florida sunshine! 

The Rickenbacker Causeway connects Miami, Florida, United States to the barrier islands of Virginia Key and Key Biscayne across Biscayne Bay.^[1]

Also known as (unsigned) State Road 913,^[3][4] the causeway’s northbound continuation is a pair of flyover ramps to northbound Interstate 95 (unsigned SR 9A) and southbound Brickell Avenue (US 1/unsigned SR 5); the southbound continuation is Crandon Boulevard, which extends roughly five miles through the center of Key Biscayne, terminating near the Cape Florida Lighthouse in Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park.
Named after Eddie Rickenbacker, the American World War I flying ace and founder and president of Miami-based Eastern Air Lines, the causeway provides access to the Miami Seaquarium, the University of Miami Rosenstiel School of Marine and Atmospheric Science, MAST Academy, Virginia Key Park, and Miami Marine Stadium on Virginia Key, and to Crandon Park, the Village of Key Biscayne, and Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park on the island of Key Biscayne.

Buen Camino!

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I passed it on.

It’s finally over! I passed it on; an act of kindness, that is: to myself. 

Over the past holidays, I unconsciously, deliberately, decidedly, and inadvertently attempted to spare myself the whole jump in the car to the Okeechobee station; run to the platform; change trains at Government Center; navigate to the Bayfront Park station; walk across the street and elevate myself 47 floors to my office; truly a mission.  I  get tired just describing it. 

Over time, I had diplomatically convinced myself that I preferred this routine to driving. I am clear that I really enjoy me-time in the car on the way to the day.  I am pleased as petrol that I gave myself this gift, if only for a short time. Yes, it's over. I am back on track riding the trains.  It was inevitable.  I am officially a modern day, train jumping hobo, pouch and all.  Yes, pouch and all.  In case you are not a user, the majority of commuters sport at minimum two carry on bags and a pair of sneakers which are conveniently switched out once a destination is reached.  Let us not forget the auxiliary rain gear and lunch box.

The sweet mornings of sliding into first gear and riding into the city to the tunes of “a red solo cup, ”Deep blue need you eyes,’ and “You'll be my sunny day; I'll be your shady tree; You'll be my honey suckle; I'll be your honey bee” are pretty much over. 

Hello again cruel world.  Peace off! 

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