No way, there is no way that that super casual, super easy, barely-a-sign-of-sweat, barely-a-few-minutes-out-of-breath commute was mine. AAAND there's no way that it took me only 43 minutes. My Sunday morning commute zen must have done something weird to time because I've never had any exercise that felt that easy in my life. Ever.

It's like it wasn't me on that ride or something. I'll let y'all know if I figure out what's going on...