Consecutive bicycle work commute number 2324:

I came down with some ugly respiratory bug last week, and wound up staying home on Thursday and Friday. Still not 100% today, but well enough that I couldn't justify skipping another day of work.

The temp this morning was 33°F with a very light headwind. I took the road bike. The front tire is losing air slowly, but not to the point where I feel motivated to take the tube out and find the leak. As long as I pump it up good in the morning it stays inflated enough to get me to work and back.

A block from my house I start climbing a small hill. The hill is only a couple blocks long and really isn't that steep. Usually it's a good way to get the blood flowing at the start of the ride. This morning I found myself gasping for air once I reached the top, and coasting down the other side (which I never do) while I tried to catch my breath. I'm really hoping this is just a temporary side effect of my illness, and not the harbinger of some larger issue.

A kid in a car decided to right turn and pull out in front of me from a side street. He cut the corner too sharp and curbed his wheels something fierce. The crunching sound was cringe inducing, and I wouldn't be surprised if he caught some plastic fender bits as well. I don't believe in karma, but if I did...