Rode a lot today.

My out-of-shape DUNKA rode almost 8 miles today.  With Baltimore’s hills and traffic.  My rack came off after almost a mile, so I had to come back.  Then I got a piece of metal stuck in my front brake coming down a hill, which did some minor damage to my rim, though nothing like two pieces that my old bike picked up before — once in Carbondale and once right when I got to Baltimore.  I had to take it and get it sanded then.  This is not so bad, and I fixed and checked the bad, so it’s all good.

I did not get very tired, though my heavy bag from Whole Foods made my back sweaty, all over my cool new “What Would Nietzsche Do?” shirt.  My riding companion starting ringing her bell on the last hill before my apartment.  I turned around to see her walking her bike, and I felt a little awesome, which I told her.  She said I just have stronger legs (which is true — my leg muscles are weirdly-large compared to my tiny arms and beer belly), but I contend that I weigh a lot more than she does, so I have to work harder, and that is a cop-out.  I’m just more awesome.  That’s all.

Seriously, though.  All that exercise (plus the walk to the coffeeshop for breakfast) on only a bagel was not a good idea.  I’m ravenous waiting for the Chinese good to show up, chugging a nice little Red Stripe.