Adulting. Riding. Aching.

After yesterday’s non-storm, we has some minor melting and refreezing. Since the local trails were not treated, I decided to wait until late morning to go for a ride.

First, I drove my car to a mechanic to have its annual physical. Suffice it to say, sometime tomorrow I will be out about $1,000. I expect this will be the last money I spend on the car until 2021. Knock wood.

I brought the CrossCheck with me to the mechanic and rode off to the pharmacy to pick up my asthma medicine. As it turns out, the $10 per month deal I had been getting on this medicine expired on New Year’s Eve. The non-discounted price is $72.

I rode home to get a new discount coupon from the manufacturer. I messed up the data form and the website would not allow me to make a correction without which I would not get the discount. Off I rode to the doctor’s office to get a new coupon. Then I rode back to the pharmacy and got my $10 medicine.

Having now blown an hour of my day, I headed up the Mount Vernon Trail for a relaxing roll. Some of the wooden bridges on the trail still had icy spots. There were no such icy spots on the George Washington Memorial Parkway just 30 yards away. Bicycles are not allowed on the parkway. And you wonder why bicyclists get angry and frustrated.

I ended up about ten miles north in Crystal City where I used streets to return home. The weatherman was nice enough to provide me with a strong tailwind. On the way I swung by my local bike shop which has been closed since a fire broke out in an adjacent business. I rode through the parking lot in the rear. It appeared that the roof has been replaced. As I came close to the shop’s rear door, I saw one of the shop’s bike mechanics wheeling some debris to a dumpster. I waved and said hello. Next I swung around the front of the store. The door was open but the place clearly was not ready for prime time. And the sign saying the store was”closed until further notice” remained in the shop window. Sad face.

At home, I did my stenosis exercises. By the time I was done my leg was aching. (It ain’t working.) In the spirit of Feldenkrais, I tried a 25-minute guided meditation while lying down. When the instructor said, “Pay attention to your left shin and calf,” I thought “I’d rather not!” The meditation didn’t do much good.

While I was enjoying the pain party, I washed some of my holey sweaters and a load of laundry.

So despite my pain, I had a productive day.

Tomorrow promises to be similarly productive. In the evening, I go to the re-scheduled Feldenkrais class.

 

 

 

 

Rest Day Adulting

I know I am getting old when 4 consecutive bike commutes wear me out. I woke up sick this morning. Again. My autoimmune system better be banking sick days because I have been sick in one way or another since early December.

So I took the day off from riding. Conveniently it’s actually pretty cold outside. I know because I am inside writing this with my snuggie on. (I am not making this up.)

I woke up at 5:45. And promptly went back to sleep until 7:30. Then I started some laundry. Then I did my back exercises. (No, it’s not yoga. Okay, it involves balancing and shoulder stands and planks. But it’s not yoga.) Then I listened to a 15 minute guided meditation from the New York Times.This Dan Harris’s meditation for dummies cartoon pretty much sums it up. This is about as woo woo as I get.

Next up was showering and breakfast. Followed by swallowing the Saturday and (most of) Sunday Washington Post because I insist on getting the dead tree edition. It sucks to spill orange juice on your tablet. You can spill all you want on the paper version. After failing at both the Sudoku and crossword yesterday, I knocked off the Sudoku, and three crossword puzzles today. This was a good omen.

After helping put the groceries away, I replaced a flushing valve in a toilet. On the first try. It was a miracle. And I didn’t even flood the bathroom.

Next up came filing a claim for reimbursement from my health care flexible spending account. It was my first foray of the day into the digital age.

After wasting time online, I loaded Turbo Tax and did the taxes. I was missing a form from my brokerage so I called its 800 number and set up an electronic account. Downloaded the form and finished my taxes. In the immortal words of Dave Stoller’s dad, REFUND!  (If you’ve never watched “Breaking Away” – the movie not the TV show – stop reading and go watch it. The script won the Academy Award for best original screenplay. And, it’s the best movie ever made about bicycling. Except it’s about so much more.)

Then I spent 20 minutes trying to figure out how to do my daughter’s Indiana tax return and gave up. I think they owe her $5. (Mike Pence, if the Indiana personal income tax forms are your idea of tax simplification, you’re in deep yogurt if you become 46.) It ain’t worth the time. Keep the change, Hoosiers.

Finally, I activated a debit card that gives me free ATM withdrawals at any ATM in the US. Just the thing for my next bike tour. (I’m considering riding to Key West in the fall. Stay tuned.)

The only thing I didn’t accomplish was to go buy some bird seed. I expect that the bird seed consumption rate should pick up in a couple of weeks. Another sign that this rather tame winter is coming to an end.

Only 11 days until pitchers and catchers report to Nationals’ spring training.

Die winter die.