50th ride

I rode to work this morning and home directly this afternoon (in a strong wind), thus settling for a paltry day's ride of 5.5 miles in 34 minutes.

Partly, I was cutting myself a break, since today is Life Day—an event Michelle and I celebrate since my life-changing accident occurred on May 22, 1993—twenty years ago today—and following my brain surgery at University Hospital in Ann Arbor, the neurosurgeon told Michelle that there was a strong chance I would not live the night. In and of itself, though, I would try not to let this occasion cut short my hopes to ride a longer ride home each day. But, more importantly, after training to become a medical transcriptionist, and doing it at University Hospital from July 2011 through June 2012, I found that I both liked transcription and was good at it. Now I've had the good fortune to pick up some free-lance transcription work for Kris Palmer, a friend from church who owns a media relations company, and I'm now transcribing for her an interview with a figure from the automotive industry—similar to what I've done for her in the past. (Evidently I bamboozled her into thinking that I was competent enough that she could try using me again.) Having just received the recording two nights ago, I was eager to move this forward, and felt that today it was more important than devoting a longer time to riding.