Bike over to Sausalito

My life sometimes has way of happening despite me. I have a pin that says "I get enough exercise just pushing my luck." Hopefully by day 1001, more resolve and planning will be involved... Case in point would be this Memorial Day. I was sloppy the night before, popping awake at 6:30 am on a couch with a busted lip. Home and in bed by 8 am, the thought of physical exercise was the LAST thing on my mind, but I got a text at 10 am from Michelle saying to meet up at noon to bike over to Sausalito. Granted the whole excursion had been my idea, I had rendered myself incapable of setting it into motion, accomplishing this goal and an odd lack of hangover being the only things getting me out of the house to the rendezvous point. The ride wasn't as nearly as bad as it could've been, given my state. I was able to keep up with the other two triathletes we were biking with, low front tire air pressure and all. We met up with Lindsay (who had decided to run) in Sausalito and had lunch on the bay, lounging in the sun, glad to be distanced from the gray melancholy that shrouded the city. We found a bike shop to fill my tires, fix Michelle's stuck chain and grease Brian's gear cogs, then headed back. The hills weren't nearly as bad as I had feared, properly inflated tires and my having finally figured out how to shift gears surely to credit. (Yes, this kid still has not retained how to engage her gears for hills, every time forcing a new trial-by-almost-falling-off-her-bike-from-momentum-loss episode...) The bridge was relentlessly windy, the fog engulfing us in wet swirls, clearly spiteful of our afternoon abandonment. All in all, the day was quite pleasant. The biking was a welcomed changed of pace from running and a great cap to the holiday weekend.