There's a reason pro cyclists get massages every night after riding. Feel better and drink lots of (non-alcoholic, non-caffeinated) fluids.

The commute today was uneventful. Unlike Friday's, where I felt compelled to give a driver the finger after he passed me on the right and then cut in front of me with about 2 feet to spare. His lane wasn't ending for another several hundred yards, he did it just because he's a d*ck.

He got stopped at the red light further on and I caught up to him. Made eye contact and let him know exactly what I thought of him--he's #1! He's probably just pissed because his team (Duke, by the bumper sticker) was eliminated in the first round.