After riding to work again this morning, I planned to do once more a good, long ride home at the end of the workday. But as the afternoon dragged on in the direction of a second consecutive full day, I began to get drowsier and drowsier—due in large part, no doubt, to my typically poor night's sleep last night (up between 3 and 4, with very little sleep thereafter). I was sent on a 90-minute errand in mid-afternoon (to pick up a tire from our store in Wayne), and when I nearly missed an exit from the freeway on my way back, that was the clincher. I decided prudence would have to trump ambition today, and so rode directly home, giving me 5.6 miles for the day in 30 minutes. "Better than nothing," I told myself—but not much better.
Were I a coffee drinker, I would have stopped somewhere and tanked up before riding home. But that's one habit I've never picked up (yet—maybe when I grow up!). So I just exercised all the caution I could, and was fortunate to make it without incident. And now I'm going to tumble into bed for a bit of a nap before the Tiger game. (Priorities, priorities.)
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