Up early, goin’ to New York

I know from talking to other people that I’m somewhat unusual in not turning on all the bedroom lights (or, in my case, any bedroom lights) and waking the whole house when I have to get up and dressed at some ridiculous hour to catch a morning train or plane. I feel like I should get some props for that, but on the other hand, I don’t get where I have the right to ruin someone else’s sleep just because I can’t tell what color my socks are. But for the record, I’m told that most husbands turn on the lights. Quick down and back, and I’m getting way too old for this up-at-5:30-to-catch-a-train shit. It used to be fun/thrilling/cute. Now it’s just a colossal pain in the ass. And it’s supposed to be raining in the Big Apple, and I’m tight for time, so it’s not like I’ll get to take in coffee in Bryant Park.

Didn’t get out early last night, but snuck in a bike ride anyway. Out for an hour, did 14.8 miles including some rainy ones; nice practice in case it DOES rain during the Tour de Cure. I haven’t ridden in the rain in years, and it wasn’t as bad or as slippery as I’d expected, and these newfangled brakes work really well. (Not discs, but much better than old brakes.) My thighs ballooned from lack of use in the past week and a half, I had to lug them into the house separately. Got some confidence back, since my mind was telling me earlier in the day that there was just no way I was going to make 50 miles, that I’d be lucky to do 5. Just felt that way when I left in the morning, apprehensive because it’s close and I haven’t trained enough. Maybe I’ll get back early enough to sneak in another 15 or 20 tonight. If it isn’t raining. Which it will be. NOTHING but rain in the forecast. Suckiest spring ever.