I cannot be happier that it’s almost the weekend. What a long week.
And I could not be happier with how my first attempt at bike commuting went this week. I learned a lot of things that one day and will be tweaking each ride to get better and more efficient in the process.
A testament to my fitness level: I was NOT too sore to ride my bike home on Wednesday. I was a little worried that I’d have 9 hours to tighten up all day at work and then I’d be sore on the bike. That was not the case. In fact, I was faster on the way home!
Not only that, I woke up on Thursday not sore at all! I was expecting to be crippled and I was not. My butt is not sore, my legs feel fine. I did have some stiffness in my right hip but it’s not painful.
Something else I noticed about commuting by bike: I was less stressed. Sometimes commuting to work makes me crazy because traffic will be bad and it will take a long time, or with all the construction there’s detours and of course, idiot drivers. Riding my bike was so much less stressful than driving.
I have to admit that I am ready to be done with the diet. I dislike feeling “restricted” in what I can eat and I miss chocolate! Period! It has just been a very long week and I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I have no idea how my weigh-in will go on Saturday. I hope I see something for my efforts this week. If I don’t see even a 1 pound loss, I’ll be greatly disappointed (and probably irritated too).
Now for the $50…
On my walk Wednesday I found a $50 bill on the ground. I kept walking and didn’t pick it up. My first thought was, “It’s not mine.” My second thought was, “Someone else probably needs it more than me.” I kept walking and then thought, “Wait a second. Why didn’t I pick it up?” I decided to go back and get it, if it was still there.
I was having a really crappy day for a lot of reasons. I told myself that in fact, the Universe was trying to make it up to me with the $50. 🙂 Of course, by the time I got back it was gone. I’d like to think that someone in desperate need picked it up (or the person that dropped it realized they did and retrieved it). As I went back to work, I was equal parts accepting of it (because it wasn’t mine) and equal parts pissed at myself for not picking it up.
QUESTION: What would you have done? Picked it up? Finder’s Keepers? Or leave it, hoping the owner would find it?