So now that my foot and my IT band seem to have settled the hell down, I jumped on my bike today and commuted to work.

Oh my GOD. That could not have been a more stupid, though wonderful, thing to do. You know, they don't call Chicago "The Windy City" because of the actual wind, but when the weatherman predicts gusts of wind of up to 35 mph, a person oughta listen.

I, however, was not that person this morning. I was way too seduced by all that sunshine and 60-degree weather. I've said before, this was a tough winter and I've been so ready to be outside. That said, I'm not regretting my decision to not listen to reason or weather reports. It's hard after the last several months of just pure, unadulterated cold misery to complain. Yes it's windy, but it's warmer, sunny and I'm on a bike.

Plus, holy Moses whatta workout. It's a five-mile jaunt to my office that also includes a few hills. And, again, you combine 35-mph winds and you're golden.

I fully plan on doing this every day during the warmer months, on top of my regular work outs, because it's really the only way to go in the city. I'll save money, be more eco-friendly and have thighs as solid as tree trunks. I can't say I'm completely looking forward to the ride home, but maybe the wind will be at my back this time.

Posted by Erin at 02:38 PM | filed under: Ouch