I rode my bike to work. And I liked it.
It was 6:21 a.m. when I walked out to get on the bike.
I get myself all set. I had my bike shorts on under my jeans. I had a dry weave shirt on. Husband said it was chilly so I would need a jacket. He emphasizes that “I” would, because he, the man, would not.
I strap on the old noggin protector. Shades on. Gloves on. Good to go. Swing that leg over the bike…. Damn near fell over. I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been since I tried to swing my leg over a bike and I was wearing anything more than bike shorts, or bike tights. Lesson learned.
Husband is very excited I am riding the bike to work. Lucky for you. Because now you have a picture. Of me in my biking to work get up….
Please note that the “stuff” piled on the porch is yard sale stuff that will be sold today while I
get to have to go to work. On my bike.
Interestingly I never realized how much my ‘stuff’ weighs that I take to work every day. Probably because I don’t carry it on my back normally. And I don’t usually carry shoes either. Or my work shirt. Or my belt. Or the five gallons of liquid I drink every day, including my green smoothie in the side pocket of my backpack. It’s usually in my car. Or already on me.
I would like to point out something very important. Husband was wrong.
I did not need a jacket. Or a long shirt. Or anything of the sort. My body temperature was up to about 115 degrees by the time I got 1/4 of a mile away from the house. I didn’t stop sweating for an hour after I got to work. And it only took me three to four more minutes to get to work than if I was driving.
The best part of riding my bike to work is I put it in my cubicle with me. It felt a little liberating to have it right there. And knowing I was wearing my bike shorts all day under my jeans. It kind of felt like I could escape if I wanted to.
Life is good when you get to ride your bike to work. Than take the long way home.