Last night my Jabberwocky was accidently driven into the garage by my husband. I was sitting there, just relaxing when I heard a tremendous crashing sound coming from that area of the house. I popped my head outside and discovered him surveying the damage. Trim removed from garage. Carbon seat post shattered. Real wheel out of true. Cabling re-routed. But that’s about it. We got off pretty lucky. A new seat post and i should be up and running again.

This morning i needed to ride into work as I had ridden my bike home from the office yesterday. Again I’m amazed at the difference from last year. Last summer the 8 miles felt far. Like riding to work was a big ride. The hill felt big. And of course I was ‘sick’ and so it was excruciatingly difficult to pedal up anything. This year, 8 miles is nothing. What’s 30 minutes on a bike? Just a taste, that’s all. 

The funny part is, I was cruising along and enjoying my ride. I’d just crested the hill and was pedaling on the flat section musing about how far i’d come from last year when a guy on a bike in tennis shoes and a tradeshow giveaway rucksack flies past me. Like I was standing still. It made me laugh, but then thought that maybe i ought to put a little more effort into pedaling. He never got any further than about 5 car lengths ahead of me, but still. Another humbling lesson.