Woke up this morning at 5:30. This is extremely unusual for me. I like my sleep!
Tried to go back to bed, no go, cats purring so loud I just can't do it.
Go downstairs and start the coffee and toast. Out of PB so Apple Butter it is.
Put away dishes from last night as the coffee brews.
Grab a cup of OJ from the fridge.
Haul my breakfast up to the computer and start catching up on blogs.
8:00 AM rolls around, still not caught up. Chat with Brent for a bit on AIM. Finally catch up.
Look outside, no rain. Check the forecast, chance of showers all day, t-storms in the evening.
Finish another cup of coffee and decide to risk the commute on my bike. Get dressed in my gear. Pack my bag. Realize I should probably waterproof everything. So I put everything in grocery bags then put it back in the bag. Then I realize I don't want mud and water streaked across my nice new backpack. I know! I'll put a bag on that too.
Yeah thats right I wrapped my backpack in a TJ Maxx bag.
I look at the bag. Just put it on and get going. Uggh maybe this is a bad idea.
I put it on.
I walk upstairs. "Honey I'm leaving." Oh god it's the look. He thinks I'm crazy, well he knows I'm crazy, but now he thinks I am really crazy.
I walk downstairs.
This is stupid.
I take off the backpack.
I can just ride 50 minutes and then go to work.
Yeah but then you have to waste gas and pay parking.
Good lord just stop wavering.
I put the backpack back on.
I go outside and get my helmet and shoes.
I move the car.
I clip in and I am off.
Wow I look like a nut.
They all think I am crazy.
Yeah well they don't know about Steelhead, they have no clue that you're a triathlete.
They still think I am crazy.
There is no rain in sight. It is actually really nice out, and I am loaded up to the nines ready for the sky to open up and come crashing down on me. I pass through the rich neighborhoods and everything is lush and green and it smells just like the rainforest in Belize. I soak it all up.
Wow I am riding slow. And it is freaking hot in all this gear.
I wave at the cop car passing by.
He thinks I'm crazy.
I know I'm crazy.
This backpack covered with a TJ Max bag is Not aerodynamic.
12.9 mph? Seriously? Can this get any more miserable?
13.7 mph! Am I really excited about 13.7mph?
Oh God look at all the kids in those school busses. Look at me I'm a triathlete with a TJ Maxx bag on my back. Don't you want to grow up and be cool like me?
I arrive at work 55 minutes later. Average speed ridiculously slow because of all the gear.
I carry my bike up to my office and make the quick bathroom "shower" and change stop and start my day at work.
Man that was a crazy morning. Yeah well call me crazy...