I got passed by a geared scofflaw on the way in today. He was cranking the big ring doing about 2 km/h faster than I was, but I just couldn't keep up. I was also caught unprepared for his attire - bright blue running shorts! You know, the short kind of shorts? I was thinking, "Who does that?" when he blew through two stop signs at full speed. He then did a high-speed right turn into traffic and was gone.

By the time I actually got downtown, my legs were dead. I made pretty good time yesterday, but today was painful and slow. I'm only on the second day of a three-week stretch where I come in an hour early for work. I'm not a morning person. At all. I feel like a decaffeinated student during finals.