The ride to work was uneventful. It was chilly and there were headwinds.

On the way home, though, I hit a milestone: I bonked for the very first time. It was NOT cool. I spent the last half of the ride spinning in my lowest gear, going so slow I could hardly stay in a straight line, feeling weak and shaky, and generally hating life. When I got home, I inhaled a bowl of green chili and two bowls of cheerios.