History repeats

Friday was bike-to-work day, which I failed at. I realized Thursday that I hadn't thought about my bike for so long that I wasn't even sure if I'd last parked it at work or in the bike room at home (turned out it was at home). With that much neglect, the leaky back tire had had plenty of time to flatten abysmally. Unfortunately, it seems that the pump in the bike room is mostly dead, and I couldn't find my bike pump in my house, so my neglect meant no bike-to-work-day tshirt this year.

This morning, I resolved to be less of a biker-loser. I found my pump (under a book case behind my tall party shoes? thanks cats) and decided that the leak was still slow enough to not try to figure out innertubes today. I took the metro up to somewhere in MD to pick up stuff for a 5k I'm registered to suffer through tomorrow, treated myself to tasty lebanese lunch and rode my bike mostly downhill for about 16 miles.

Part way through the ride, I realized I'd done a very similar thing last year the day before the 5k. As I recall, it sort of made my legs feel like jello for the 5k, but it was such great weather, I just kept riding.

Finally, I got myself to a theater and saw Prince Caspian (which was ok), and rode home after recuperating for two hours.

I think there are a few take-aways from today
1. Fun today is worth suffering tomorrow. Weather like this won't be here much longer and it would've been dumb to waste it by sitting inside watching movies
2. Wear sunscreen on your arms as well as face. It's a sign of how pale I was that my sunburnt arms just look normal, until I pull up my sleeve. But they are stinging
3. I'm apparently an accidental creature of habit. I wonder if I'll go on a long bike ride the day before this 5k again next year.

Finally, finally, Jaxby is laying on my sunburnt arms. aww, oww, aww, oww. makes it hard to type too.