Behind the eight ball.

I am sorry vivid readers and others from across the globe who randomly tune in to read my thoughts for the day. I have been super busy. I will say that riding to work is an interesting adventure in itself. Today while it took me 31 minutes to trek the 5.4 miles to work I was stopped at a busy intersection. Now I was stopped short of the light so as to let some cars turn right onto the busy intersection. Well this one car stayed being me about 25 feet. As soon as the light turned green for me to go and I started pedaling, he peels right in front of me and turns right. WHAT IS UP WITH THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!! You had more than a minute to turn while my light was red. It wasn't a no turn on red because the 5-6 cars ahead of you had already turned. I have noticed the lack of respect cars have for bikers. Let's grow up people. I understand we may be a slight inconvenience to your road ways, but last time I checked I have as much right on them as you do. so with that being said, I am trying to make this bike thing a workout thing, and improve my bile times. My goal is to make it in around 26-27 minutes. so will see.

What am I doing?

So I am feeling much better now that the turbinates are trinated or the trinates turbinated, or well it got fixed. I am starting to breathe a bit better every day. So last week I noticed on a sign at a bar it was bike to work week. Now I figured Chris would have taken the opportunity to let us all know this, especially since it was bike month. So I learned about it from a bar sign in Milwaukee. Since gas has gone up to a biggillion dollars a gallon, I figured this was a good idea. So yesterday I went to work on my bike. About 72 blocks to work. From 116th street to 154th street it is all up hill. Not one of those gradual climbs, but a giant mountain. So I was able to trek up this gargantuan hill. I was pooped to say the least. Good news for the ride home. Well today I did it again. When I got to the hill of difficulty I knew I was in trouble. My butt hurt, My legs screamed of burnout. I still had 40 blocks of this to go. I remember the great Marni's speech. How she wanted to quit. Near tears. So I forged through. Wind blowing in my face. Somehow I did it. yeah. Day two in the books. Can't wait for day three.