i passed someone this morning (huh? me?). there's a minor little rise of about a block in the earlier part of my trip in, which i've had some trouble with myself. this morning as i came up to it there was someone else about 3/4 of the way up, looking just exactly the way i remember feeling nine or ten months ago. his bike looked all the wrong size for him too, from the little i know. i wasn't even sure if i'd be passing him, but i was going to just tactfully do it in the middle of the road once it seemed clear his struggles weren't just temporary. but he looked round and saw me. so i said 'morning!' as i came level and then 'nice bike!' as i passed. which it was, and i was feeling all shy and apologetic-like too.

and then he caught up to me at the endless light at the bottom of the downhill, and probably heard me nattering to myself and wiping my nose on my shirtsleeve and all. at least this time i wasn't singing ave maria or the monty python philosopher's song, or thinking out loud about how my kid's shaping up as a catcher this year. sigh. dorks-r-us.

gorgeous morning ride though, and another nice one on the way home. it's just the location that i hate with all this passion and dedication. once you're out there, there's just nowhere and nothing to EAT.