So after biking around town this weekend I biked to work yesterday and today. Without a doubt, the best thing ever. I feel almost high after my ride, I sleep better, my appetite is more normal, and I have a ton more energy.
And my ass is divine. No really; touch it and see.
In the morning, as I enter the path along the lake, the sky is light and the sun is just below the horizon. The water is a silvery-to-deep blue, and a gorgeous orange streak lies across its top. It's like music.
The wind, man. The wind is frikkin' KILLING me.
All the way to work (7 miles) a constant headwind. By the time I got to work I was done in. No worries, I thought; the ride home will be wonderful.
The ride home was twice as bad.
The temperature has been changing quite a bit, and this has apparently resulted in wind. Gusting wind. Wind that makes you veer on your bike. Wind that breaks you, that has your streaming eyes squinting as you curse the wind like some demented, doomed Greek tragedian.
It got so bad that I just stopped. I stopped, walked my bike off the path, and tried crossing through the city, thinking that perhaps the presence of buildings would help. Nope. True, I was able to slipstream behind buses and traffic, but for long stretches it was still just me and the wind.
By the time I arrived home (40 minutes later than usual), My legs felt like lead and I had a knot between my shoulder blades that is with me still.
So tomorrow, I'm thinking I'll take the train partway and walk the rest. I'm already used to getting up early; why waste it?