A nice ride in today. I did a ton of miles this weekend (approx 120), so was considering taking the subway or even (gasp!) driving, but figured this morning would be good to stretch my sore legs out. And so it was. Sunny blue sky, 58 degrees, I figure my shorts wardrobe only has another week or so before I have to move to pants. Kind of took it easy (as easy as possible in downtown DC rush hour) and now I'm feeling very even.

After a hard night or weekend of roadbiking, I often struggle with getting motivated to do the commute ride the next morning. But once I'm in the middle of my ride, and especially after, I'm always so happy that I did it. And yet, even after experiencing this phenomena a hundred times or more, I still struggle with that lack of motivation. I was being so pissy and moany this morning, and just felt this dread about having to get on the bike. Three minutes after I left the curb, I couldn't have been in a better mood, looking forward to engaging with the downtown drivers.

It helps that biking to work is the most practical and convenient way to get to the office. If I drive, I fight traffic for every inch and then have to pay $16 to park. If I metro, I have about a two-mile walk. So it's very very rare for me to blow off the bike, if only because my alternatives aren't really that hot.