bike bandit

it was 30 degrees when i left my house this morning. knowing it would be freezing, i bundled-up. I thought spring was supposed to be here. it's teasing us with the warm sunny days but when it's dark out it's so cold. i caught myself in the mirror before i left and laughed at myself. I looked like a bike bandit with a bandanna over the bottom part of my face and then with my sunglasses and a knitted hat under my helmet. then on my hands i wore my striped gloves, those are bandit-y. At least I was warm. So warm that when I got into the office I couldn't peel off layers fast enough. ironic is the dressing of bandit and working at a bank. except i don't walk into a bank, it's an office and the only hard core feeling i have is standing in the elevator holding my bike helmet and feeling mighty because the people in there with me drove to work in their cars while i was pedaling my little heart out across town. it makes me want to strut around.
"look at me! i am sweaty because i rode my bike in! i'm getting exercise and i'm not wasting money on gas and a car!"
(except i've been missing a car lately but not for commuting)
i much prefer riding a bike to/from work. it wakes me up in the morning, keeps me energized, and i have something to look forward to at the end of the day. i'm so happy to be out on the road again.