Consecutive bicycle work commute number 998:

Today was rather, er... interesting. In all my years of commuting, this was a new one:

So after yesterday's ride I hopped in the shower and when the water hit a certain spot, ZING! I looked down to investigate, and somehow during the ride something must not have been positioned right and I managed to rub off a layer of skin on the end of... well, the end of something where you don't want a layer of skin rubbed off of.

All day yesterday I was hobbling around as one wrong move and, ZING! Most of the time it reminded me a lot of how my catheter felt after my open heart surgery. Every once in a while things would get in the wrong position and really get my attention.

This made me curious how this morning's ride would be. It was great weather, with the temp around 70 and hardly any wind. It would have been a great day to ride the MUP all the way around the city for a 22 mile loop. However, once I got on the bike and started pedaling, I quickly surmised that wasn't going to happen today. In fact, had I not had my streak going I would have promptly gotten back off the bike and bagged the ride for today.

I decided that I could somehow force myself to ride to the bottom of the hill that marked the one mile mark from my house, and then ride back home. It would be a pathetically short ride, but at least it would be a ride.

Once I got to the bottom of the hill, stuff was, um... positioned a bit better and I decided maybe I could ride a bit further, so I kept going. Every so often I would have to stop and re-organize things down there, but when I eventually got back to the house I had logged 14.35 miles total.

Hopefully by taking the weekend off things will heal up. Right now there's a big scab in the last place I want a big scab.