Bike Commute

I rode my bike to work today. As I coasted down our driveway, I told myself what I always tell myself when biking to work: "Take it slow. It's only four miles. Enjoy the ride. Don't get sweaty. "

I did a fine job of heeding my advice for the first few blocks. The streets were hectic with rush hour traffic, but I managed to meander along, enjoying the fresh air. Then it happened, I was passed by another cyclist. As he rode past, I felt myself drawn along, needing to keep up. I was fully aware of what was happening - I kept thinking, "Slow down. Forget about him.".

But, I couldn't forget about him. I pedaled on, trying my best to match his pace. I stayed with him until I came to my turn and he continued straight. Even then, I imagined we could be taking different routes to the same destination. I pushed on just in case. If our paths crossed again, I wanted to be in front.

Our paths did not cross again as far as I know. I arrived at work a sweaty mess. We don't have showers at work but I did have a little hand towel packed. I changed out of my biking clothes and did my best to "pat down" a bit for settling into my cube.

Tomorrow I will ride leisurely into work - unless someone passes me.