The ride in was NICE. I'm starting to really like the ride in to work. It's my favorite time of day, and the weather is getting nicer.


The ride back sucked. I called my husband, who sounded like he had his hands full with the baby. I decided to hurry home. I pounded huge gears and didn't take a rest break (normally I pull over for a couple minutes halfway through my ride). As soon as I got home, I bonked.

Then I ate three slices of pizza and some potatoes o'brien and a fruit leather. Now I'm okay.