I’d like to start out by saying – I have good friends. Seriously.
This morning I rolled over and grabbed my watch to check the time, and was vaguely surprised to see it say 1pm. My internal clock must be off because it felt like noon. I didn’t even have a chance to put the phone down when it rang – it was Aden.
“Hey are you at the park already?”
“Uhm, no. I just woke up and am in bed.”
“Well I’m at your front door – get up and let me in and lets ride bikes!”
So I got up, let Aden in, coughed up a lung, got dressed and biked up Capitol Hill. I did not fare well. I’m still sick. We got to the park to many many cheerful hellos – I’d missed last weeks Slow Sunday ride – and I proceeded to collapse in the grass in self imposed quarantine to cough my head off. We socialized a bit, said hello, waited for people to show up. Last night was the time zone change so it turns out my internal clock wasn’t off – it really was only noon. But I wasn’t the only one caught out by the zone change and we waited for people who might have also been caught by it.
Slightly after 2pm everyone got tired of waiting and hit the road. Sadly I had to say my goodbyes and come back home. I was obviously in no shape to ride. I really wanted to go, but couldn’t – I’m a coughing mess.
Next Sunday I’ll be better, and it’s on. J, Aden, Ben, Jeff, Juliet, Meg, and everyone else it was really nice to see you all again. Aden, you rule for stopping by my house to pick me up.
Someone should register here on the site and post an update of todays ride. As for me – well it did feel good to get on the road, even if it was an abbreviated trip up Capitol Hill and back.