I Gots It

Starting around 2a (ok, it was MAYBE a bit earlier than this) I began moaning about my transportation home from work. You see, I thought it would be a good idea to ride to work. GREAT idea. Well it was a great idea on the way to work, the sky was blue, the clouds were white and fluffy, it was warm err, it was warmish. Now it was cold, spritzing and I could barely keep my eyes open.

Now the reality of riding home was setting in. I was fearful. This fear was only reinforced when I encountered a bike commuter in the bike cage who, when realizing that I was leaving to go home as he was arriving, remarked on my dedication. BAD news people, bad news.

I was faced with the hill down Children’s drive into the traffic of Sand Point Way. I imagined myself forgetting to clip out or simply lacking the coordination to do so post night shift. I would be sprawled out at the end of the drive, attached to my bike, for all my coworkers to witness. They promised to rescue me if they came upon such a scene.

I successfully navigated my way to the trail from the hospital and was almost
instantly thankful to be on my bike. The air was clean and fresh, carrying the scent of a cool Spring morning. I encountered a lone duck and thought of my grandfather. I passed a surgical fellow, an older lady garbed in retro yellow rain gear, almost everyone smiled and I felt as though I had been accepted into a new club.