Yesterday I woke up at 5:30 am and took my fixed conversion into Boston's financial district. I wear a helmet and run two brakes because I've only been riding fixed for like a month. At red lights I poorly practiced track stands, which I totally suck at currently and at one point I fell. The Boston Herald delivery truck guy and I had a good laugh after he asked me if I was OK. I then rode over every bridge connecting boston and cambridge and ended up at my place in allston.

Then I got dressed and went to my corporate job. During cigarette breaks I oggled bikes that passed by.

Then I got home from work and got back on my bike and rode into JP, right around when it started thundering. FINALLY, that freaking swamp-ass humidity that's been hanging around Boston for about a week loosened up and it felt great to be outside in the city during summer.

I went home and used that cool gmap pedometer to learn that I'd riden 30 miles that day (more than I've ever done in a day before, like I said I'm a total newbie). Then I passed out. It was a great day.