My first commute in a few months was filled with snafus. It was a given that I forgot my cardkey. I almost, but didn't quite, forget a towel (brain clicked in and woke me up in a panic at 2:36 am. If you've ever had to towel off after a shower with paper towels, you will understand why your mind will wake you up over this.) Most were minor, though - the only major one was that I missed my bus on the way home. By a mere 30 seconds. I was watching that sucker the whole way, like one of those situations that is happening real-time but that your mind sees in slow motion.
Service cutbacks last fall affected me in that instead of the cush dropoff a half mile from work, it's now 3 miles. Oh, the injustice. Anyway, I mis-timed my connection and was faced with the decision to wait another 30 mins for the next one or just hoof it into town. It wouldn't normally even be a decision of even have come up, except that I'm trying to be really conservative and gradual in terms of protecting my back from a relapse. Being down and out just so totally sucked. But I was already rolling (furiously!), and sitting on a bench for half an hour just, well . . . wasn't gonna happen.
Good thing, too. The weather today was so fab, especially knowing that it's turning to shit tomorrow and continuing as shit through the forseeable future. Not only that, but I discovered a sweet off-pavement stretch behind Spalding's wrecking yard. It probably blows in the heat of July, but for now it's like rolling on green velvet.
I was so pumped with the weather and my full-on commute that I even stopped for groceries on the way up the hill.
All up, 23 miles on a commuter-laden heavy turd of a bike and over 2 hrs in the saddle (please don't do the math, I know I'm slow) and my back is sore but not tortured and yes I will take it easy tomorrow and yes I have done extra stretching tonight. But allow me just a moment for a bigass minor personal celebration.