What more can I say?

I had a choice to make this morning -- coffee in a to-go cup and walk to the train, or forego coffee and ride my bike to the train as originally planned. I went with the latter. Can we talk for a moment about how out of shape I am? I mean, on Saturday evening I had a spontaneous sprint across Wicker Park and I was pleased that I wasn't out of breath at all, but I don't engage in any aerobic activity on a regular basis. So yesterday when I got home, I barely got five blocks on my bike before I started finding my way back home. Part of it might have been panic at the thought of riding on Western when I'm still paranoid about about the toe cages -- I'm sticking to side streets for awhile.

So, this morning I rode to the Western train stop. I'm starting small -- riding to the train in the morning and home from the train in the evening. Maybe in a couple weeks I can attempt to ride all the way downtown. Although after my exhaustion at riding ten blocks this morning, perhaps I should reassess. Don't worry, I'll keep at it. But I'll need to adjust my coffee drinking schedule so I can drink my cup at home or buy a thermos with a sealed lid that I can throw in my bag.

Last night was deemed a night off by me and I did zero school work. I watched the movie Pieces of April, I made dinner, I took the Entertainment Weekly pop quiz (I scored an 88), I talked on the phone with a couple people, I did some reading for pleasure. I almost started up The Sims, but didn't want to be up until 1 am, so changed in to pajamas and went to bed somewhat early instead.

( I had the toughest grammar teachers in both middle and high school. )