Solid commute this morning, though I feel like it was a bit harder getting going. Maybe it was working off that four month old leftover ice-cream cake from my birthday that I had last night. Tomorrow, hopefully it'll be warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt. These last two days I've worn a fleece sweatshirt over my T, then stowed it in my backpack for the ride home.

OTOH, there was the guy who passes me every morning, usually going uphill. (He stands, I grind through the gears.) It's not being passed that bugs me--I know I'm not in the very best shape of my life, as the fitness machine commercials say. It's the fact that he does everything you shouldn't: he rides in the gutter, he weaves in and out of parked cars, and he ignores traffic signals. When I'm out there riding assertively, I'm afraid the four-wheelers are going to think I ought to act more like him...