So I’m finally starting to kick my cold-turned-into-bronchitis. I decided I’m tired of driving and today would be my triumphant return to commuting (I’ve been doing only sleaze rides to help my team in BAFS). I didn’t really read the weather, but seriously, what the ___. It’s bad enough when you’re only at 80% strength, coughing randomly, and leaving little snot rockets everywhere, but when you’re riding into the wind along the river for 11 miles, ugh.
At one point of a slight downhill segment (between Memorial Bridge and 14th St where there is that big dip), I was literally forced to pedal to avoid from coming to a complete stop. It was miserable. But one guy passed me very slowly and I think he said in a cheery voice, “well, got to go forward to go backward.” So it lifted my spirits for the remainder of the ride.
I am most looking forward to my return ride. I expect to pedal exactly 1 of my 16 miles and let mother nature carry me the rest of the way.