Riding to Work

One of the great things about living in the Seattle area is riding my bike to work during the summer. It's light early, it's light late, so no need for lights on the bike. The temperature is usually high enough that I don't have to look like the Michelin Man in the mornings. The only problem is getting up early enough to beat the traffic downtown. The thing is, it always seems like such a great idea the night before, but when the alarm goes off you instantly regret staying up to watch that re-run of Law & Order that you've seen for the 'nth' time. But, once you get up and are on the bike it's all forgotten. It's a lot like the 'moment of Zen' on The Daily Show, except that it lasts a bit longer. Not when I'm actually riding in downtown Seattle - I have to focus on all the people/cars/buses that might kill me.

The ride to and from work gives me about 2.5 hours of 'me' time. And it's more productive than the "I've been sitting on the couch for 6 hours and have watched the Molly Ringwald trifecta (Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club) on ABC's Family Channel" 'me' time. What's interesting about cyclists is that we all tend to not talk to one another (most of the time). You can be riding next to/in front of/behind a person for miles and not speak a word. There are those who like to chat. They want to talk about how great their bike is; how it's the same bike Lance rode in the Tour 3 years ago; how they hate the I-90 bridge and would you want to share 'pulls' with them across it; endless questions about where you are riding to, riding from, how often, how long does it take you...(bike commuting is racing - even for those people who will never race their bike in a *real* bike race). I don't really like to talk during my commute. I don't like to race on my commute. It's not a training ride. I am not concerned about how much time I've spent in Zone 2, 3 or heaven forbid, Zone 4. I don't care that some guy with seriously hairy legs has just bombed past me on the descent. Actually, I do sort of care but if he's a big enough guy I figure I'll catch him on the uphill anyway. Hee.

It's a great stress reliever, as long as you aren't freaked out by cars and buses. You get used to it, you hope they don't get too close and clip you with their side mirrors. You hope they aren't jackasses and won't lean out the windows to push you over. You feel good about not contributing to the air pollution or the traffic jams.

And I always feel like I've gained an extra hour or two of guilt free 'sitting on the couch in front of the tv time' since I've done my workout for the day by the time I get home.

The Trivial Things I Hate

I was making a list the other day of things that truly annoy me. As I looked over the list I realized how many of them are trivial matters. But no matter, I am still bothered by them. And since the title of this blog is "The Trivial Things I Hate" I won't get into the many, many, many reasons I loathe the current White House administration and Shrub's cronies...

• I hate it when reviewers (music, movies, etc.) get the basic facts wrong. I also hate it when sports broadcasters/commentators do the same thing.
• I hate that because I love bike racing and I'm American, Lance Armstrong must be my favorite cyclist.
• I hate that my mother in law assumes that since I'm *so* small I couldn't possibly carry anything or do anything that remotely resembles physical labor.
• I hate that drivers think it's o.k. to honk their horns in what sounds like an abrupt and rude fashion just as they are passing you while you're on your bicycle.
• I hate that iTunes sometimes has the "wrong" 30 second clip of music. Do I really want to hear the lame verse when I really want to hear the catchy chorus? I didn't think so.
• I hate hyperbole during sports broadcasts. "He's in agony!" cried Al Michaels last night as Robert Horry stepped to the line to shoot his free throws. Granted, a minute earlier Big Shot Bobby looked like he was in pain as he clutched his left shoulder. But "agony?"
• I hate when lights are left on in unoccupied rooms of the house.
• I hate that Mark (my spouse) eats my leftovers.
• I hate that Mark eats all of the food, all of the time. I swear I'm usually scrounging around for crumbs.
• I hate drivers who don't use their turn signals. It's not optional equipment.
• I hate that Junior Mints cost $2.50 or more at the movie theater.
• I hate the AC in my office - it's 80 degrees outside and I have to wear a jacket inside!