So I live in Boulder. That means that, theoretically, I’m a bad-ass athlete.
That (wrong) conclusion led me on a “Damn the torpedoes” kind of bike ride this morning where I pedaled into the blustery wind for three miles, despite the fact that those same howling gusts woke me up last night.
But one that inspired my new resolution: I will not bike to school on days where the wind speed is 35 mph.
Perhaps I’m especially tart because in the process of heading to school, I fell over because of said (fricking) wind. And I recently discovered that in the process of doing so, I managed to squish the orange I’d packed for a mid-morning snack.
I have orange juice in my backpack.
(It’s the pulpy kind.)