|Bike commuting, day two
||[May. 23rd, 2005|09:44 am]
Biked in again this morning. Again it was a gloomy, forbidding-looking day that turned out to be just fine. I finally have a valid distance one-way: 11.65 miles. So 23 miles and change, roundtrip. I can't bike in tomorrow or Wednesday, and I want to aim for doing this at least two or three times a week, so today was definitely the day.
Carried my change of clothes in a sling bag I picked up for cheap the other day. An okay solution, but not great. I want to get the panniers we ordered from e-bay onto the bikes. Must look at those this weekend. It was a little after 7:30 by the time I got out the door, and a little after 8:30 by the time I arrived at the office. So I need to aim at a 7am departure time instead. I was, actually, but was having some organizational issues.
I chickened out of riding on Lake, since riding home on Lake was kind of scary on Friday. It's not really four lanes wide, but people drive on it as if it were, so some of those cars buzzed me mighty close. I rode Clifton, which is three lanes in either direction, until I got to where I could drop down onto Edgewater, which is much more leisurely. Clifton is so rough, though, that my wrists are kind of hurting. I may have to revisit riding on Lake.
It was cool and foggy and very still at Edgewater Park, and the lake was glassy. The part of the ride that actually travels along the shore can't be more than five minutes or so, but it feels like such a reward for the rest of it.
Do you ever have that strange, out-of-body sensation when you are doing something new or different? Both Friday and today when I first got on the bike my reaction was, wow, this is really happening; I'm really doing it, and then it hit me again at different landmarks: getting to the Starbuck's where we picked up the other group; getting to the park; riding across the bridge. A sort of self-surprise that I'm actually accomplishing something that I wouldn't have done before. Eventually it will become matter-of-fact, and I will not feel compelled to write about it; the people at the office will not express amazement at my accomplishment. It will be part of who I am.