It was a chilly ride to work this morning. I spotted a fellow commuter (a woman who recently had a bike stolen, but I don’t remember her name) and gave chase.
Why did I have to chase? Maybe it’s natural competitiveness. I did catch her, and chatted briefly, but the extra exertion left me sweaty.
It was a bit warmer for the ride home, so I didn’t wear a jacket. I left work a bit late, so traffic was light. I pushed hard again, although there was no one to chase. I cruised at about 22mph on my single-speed down third street barely making the lights. That’s about as fast as I can go on flat ground for any length of time. Once I hit a red light, I took it slower after that.
So, a 7.7 mile commute – my normal route – and that’s it for the day.