I’ve gone back from working graveyards to my normal swing shift. I’m trying to ride my bike to work and back a couple times a week. It’s only six and a quarter miles each way, but it takes 45-50 minutes to ride because the trail is twisty, very rocky in places, and concludes with a 20-minute uphill whether you’re coming or going.

The ride is a little nerve-wracking; I have a good light, but a helmet light has the same line of sight as your eyes, which means you don’t see any shadows, which means you have no depth perception. It’s like riding with one eye closed.

I wore shorts riding home last night, even though the nights have gotten cold lately. That was fine until I cut through the golf course and got hit by seven (I counted them) sprinklers. After that I was freezing. I was a little smarter tonight and put on a pair of tights.

My legs are getting in shape, but not Tour de France shape. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.