Today dawned cold-ish. The “ish” refers to the fact that it was not COLD just seasonably cold.
I left home after sunrise to get to a physical therapy appointment in Old Town. I suspected that there was some lingering ice on the Mount Vernon Trail so I rode Fort Hunt Road to Alexandria. I arrived at the PT place about 20 minutes early.
Here I am before the torture began:
Note the pre-torture trace of a smile.
After 90 minutes of flossing (that’s what they call manipulating the leg to free the entrapped nerve), foam rolling, core work, and other delights I was back on the bike.
The trail was ice free but for a ten yard stretch near the power plant. I walked this because I am an ice wuss.
When I got to the Intersection of Doom, I had to wait because a truck was 
being positioned in the middle of Lynn Street. A police officer was “helping” in a way that was mysterious to my eyes. There was confusion. I waited until I had safe passage. Then I passaged.
Work happened.
Then I left the office in shorts. The trail was very busy. There were many runners. Mostly female. Mostly wearing very little clothing. I didn’t mind. A week ago they were wearing anoraks.
Here’s the score card.
Errand No. 6: Personal Care – Physical Therapist
Miles: 6 1/2
Observation: My numb left foot is getting better incrementally. My patience is getting worse.
Errand No. 7: Work or Volunteer – Work
Miles: 23
Observation: What a joy it is to ride a bike in shorts.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 