Today, my commute stank 'til high heaven. We finally got some nice enough weather for me to ride to work and actually enjoy the ride. When, lo' and behold, I got a spasm in my back so bad I can hardly breathe. Every time my breathing picks up, it feels like someone is stabbing me in the back. So, I turned around after only 5mi into my commute. Suffering seemed like an understatement at the time. Ah well, nothing a little rest and a few whiskey sours can't take care of.