Last week and, thus far, this week have been good for mileage: but not for — emphatically not — for speed.
Our weather has been, in a word, stultifying. You throw a leg over the saddle, get crankin’, and halfway through your ride you find yourself wondering if there’s a convenient ditch where you might lie down until, say, the next ice age.
As they say: “Hell: It’s Not The Heat — It’s The Humidity.” I just somehow hadn’t grasped that “The ‘Ot Place,” as it were, had somehow become superimposed upon the Ohio River Valley. You sweat, but your sweat can’t do anything; the air is roughly as humid as you — and so, within the confines of your skid lid, your brains slowly approach their boiling point.
Anyway, most of my routes are essentially ditch-free, so I have been forced to simply Keep Calm And Cycle On. Slowly. I am not setting records; I am not trying to set records. I am trying to live long enough to get to class and then to get home, preferably whilst making as few bad decisions as possible. I have, in fact, taken to riding a slightly different route in the afternoons so I won’t kill myself.
I don’t care if it’s slowerer than my normal route; I’m slow right now, anyway.
Today I rode all the way home from school as the result of a bad decision (“Should I wait 21 minutes for the bus or broil my brains a bit more? Broiling sounds more efficient than waiting!”), which probably means that every decision I made on the trip that followed was at least as bad, but I made it.
On the other hand, I made delicious Seven Flavor Hamburger for dinner, so there’s that. Now it’s time to turn on some stupid entertainment and do the finances (and then my chem lecture homework).