I didn't want to -- it was cold and I was underslept (Depression messes with your sleep cycle and to be honest I haven't had a truly good night's sleep in months). But I went.
And as soon as I started pedaling hard, I began to feel a little better. So I made a loop:
Interstate to the Rose Quarter, and from there down to the East Bank Esplanade.
Then along the Esplanade all the way to the Hawthorne Bridge.
Along the way I saw waterfowl and a couple of human examples of the live-where-you-can action that is so prevalent in Portland.
At the end of the Esplanade near the fire station, I watched a couple of folks practice their juggling skills. Maybe buskers waiting for the opening of Saturday Market next month?
After crossing the bridge -- no thumbtacks, thankfully! -- I wound my way along the west bank of the Willamette, over the Steel Bridge and up to Williams Avenue for the ride home.
By the time I got home my mood was much better. Yup. Bicycling may not cure what ails me but it definitely helps make it hurt less.