Went to work the usual way this morning, 4 miles. Pretty easy (getting easier every day). First thing when I get to work a guy asks me how far I ride and I say 4 miles. He whistles and says, "Man, I could never do that." Then he goes outside for one last smoke before the bell. I think, "Well, duh."
Coming home starts out with a funny encounter with Phil. (See my post on the Best comment from Co-Worker about your commuting thread.) Then I decide to go home the "short" way. The short way is 1.5 miles up hill and then pertty much down hill the rest of the way home. I felt good about it, because the hill seems to be flattening out or something. It wasn't as tough gettting to the top as the last time I did it. Plus there was a guy pulling out from the post office, that is right next to my work, at the same time as I pulled out. I not only caught him on the up hill, I rode with him for a while until he turned off and I went on up the hill. It's kinda nice to ride with someone, wish I could do it more often.
I got to the top of the hill, and just at the crest, there was a truck parked along the side of the road. I got right next to it when a dog jumped up from the floorboard and started barking at me. I about crapped. Fortunately the window was only open a little bit. I got home in good time and now I am sitting here enjoying a "Fat Tire" Amber Ale and reading this thread.