For reasons too complicated yet mundane to go into, I wound up getting about 90 minutes worth of sleep on Wednesday night.<\/p>\n
I checked the temperature as I waited for the bus; 31 degrees.<\/p>\n
My plan: to throw my bike on the bus, and take a leisurely ride home in the afternoon, when it was (much) warmer.<\/p>\n
And then the bus – running, for whatever reason, a minute or two early – went sailing past.<\/p>\n
I did the math in my fatigue-fogged head; wait half an hour for the next bus and be fifteen minutes late for work, or jump on my bike and go for it, taking the short, but less-scenic and more-dangerous route (via Frogtown rather than Summit Avenue) to work, and be there before the next bus even got to my stop.<\/p>\n
So I jumped on and started riding.<\/p>\n
Now, remember – I said I was “fatigue-fogged”.<\/p>\n
While it wasn’t windy, biking creates its own breeze, ergo <\/em>its own wind chill.\u00a0 And that was fine; I was wearing a sweatshirt and a ocuple of T’s.<\/p>\n But no gloves.<\/p>\n By the time I got a mile, to about Victoria, I was feeling it; I’d forgotten how badly hands can hurt when they’re cold.\u00a0 I thought, alternately, about waiting for the bus (which was still close to half an hour away) or turning around and heading home, either to get gloves or to wait for the bus.<\/p>\n But I kept pedaling as I pondered, stopping at the odd stop sign to flex and rub my hands, before I resumed the pothole slalom that is Minnehaha Avenue through Frogtown.<\/p>\n End result: I made it, generally fine but with hands curled into frozen claws.\u00a0 A long, hot shower in the office locker room cured most ills, though.<\/p>\n And so it’s time to get ready for another go-around!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For reasons too complicated yet mundane to go into, I wound up getting about 90 minutes worth of sleep on Wednesday night. I checked the temperature as I waited for the bus; 31 degrees. My plan: to throw my bike on the bus, and take a leisurely ride home in the afternoon, when it was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[75,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-biking","category-mitch"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4428","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4428"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4428\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}