Here's what I imagined biking to work will be like:
If you'll let me paint you a word picture, here's what it actually looked like:
Had I woken up earlier I would have been treated to water and snack stations along the way, but I didn't get going till 9. AKA right when all the water and cookies were being put away. I couldn't find a water bottle at home so I foolishly decided I'd be OK without.
Some mornings it's already nearing 90 degrees at 9am and Bike to Work day was one of those days. So I set out with no water, heading west on a deceptively flat looking route which actually steadily increases in elevation cause, there are these things called "mown-tins" that rise up out of the ground in the west. Being from Florida/Ohio I've never really had to take changes in elevation into consideration.
It also would have been an excellent idea to do a trial run because as it turns out the bike path is not so much one path as a spider web of poorly marked trails. There were several turn arounds and much back tracking to get headed the right direction again.
About 3/4 of the way there, the song Get home played in my headphones, which felt rather like salt in the wound seeing as the chorus is mainly the lead singer repeatedly postulating "how am I gonna get myself back home?" followed by wailing. Both things I was already doing in my head.
Of course I made it eventually, it took about an hour and 10 minutes. I had the foresight to wear athletic clothes on the ride, packing my work outfit in a backpack because I'm not one of those woman who lightly glistens after exercise. I'm more of the: red faced, white eyebrows glowing, sweaty puddle of my former self. People often ask me if I need medical attention because of the delightful shade of red my body positively RADIATES. And that's not such a good look for work. I didn't bring anything to shower because I had not anticipated getting QUITE so dang sweaty so I settled for mopping myself off with some paper towels in my office's locker room.
My lungs felt raw, as though I had just panted for 10 miles on a bicycle. (What's it called when your metaphor is a truth fact?) I allowed myself to ride the elevator to my floor and slumped into my desk chair, hoping no one would bother me for the first hour while I regained my composure. And then I wondered...how AM I going to get back home?
All in all I enjoyed biking to work but I could have improved my first go at it by of course having water, leaving before it was too warm and getting a bike tune up beforehand. Nothing is majorly wrong with it, but one of my fenders was rubbing a tire which probably did not make life easier.
I ended up riding my bike back home because I'm a masochist. However the ride home was 100x easier because heading east the elevation is working in my favor. This is when I realized the road was in fact, not flat.
Since Bike to Work Day, I've decided biking TO work is not really my jam. I am not an early riser and I hate having to change clothes at work. Biking home, however is awesome. I don't mind being sweaty at the end of the day and it's a good mind-clearing ride back. So I've been catching the light rail (with my bike) to go to work and riding my bike all the way home. It's the only exercise I've been doing with any regularity but I'm enjoying it. I have been mountain biking sporadically, but I can sum up how that's been going with one picture.
|This is actually me.|
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