Saturday was the first day that I rode my bike to work, and it wasn’t that bad. It took about 30 minutes (I have no idea about mileage), and I felt pretty good about it the whole way. Granted, my legs were killing me for a bit, but after they warmed up they were fine. On the ride home my ass hurt, but after a few minutes that went away too and I was truckin’ along.
Today was the second time I rode my bike to work, and for some reason within the first 10 minutes I felt like I was going to die. I was huffing and puffing to put a puffin to shame, and that was just on the very first hill. After I got past the first series of hills and leveled out a bit, I caught some wind, but all the same the entire ride felt like much more of an effort than it did on Saturday.
I figure it’s either the increased traffic (and thus exhaust I got to breathe in; so much for being healthy), or the amount of alcohol I drank last night.
Yeah … stupid traffic.