A couple of weeks ago, before the snow began to fly again, there was this one glorious day where I went for a bike ride in short sleeves. It wasn't much of a ride, though, I'd guess maybe 50 km (no odometer on the commuter). I was feeling pretty happy about being outside, and on my bike, not wearing gloves, and all that.
"You must be hungry," Kevin said around km 40. "I'm not cranky!" was my immediate response. And, a couple of seconds later, realizing what he probably meant, "I'm just slow!"
I'm worried. Kevin was riding a singlespeed. I was on my commuter with 24 functioning gears. I was not tired. I had eaten lunch. There is no getting around the fact that, the past three months, I've been so snowed under with my workload that I've done little more than commute to work. How will I ever keep up this year? What if I get taken off the list of acceptable people to go on a bike ride with? I will be crushed.
The only silver lining was that my (presumed) hunger got translated into a really really good dinner which - if you know me at all by now - you will of course know that I did not cook.
Posted by Johanna at April 14, 2009 04:56 PM