Biking
Biked in to work this morning--last week I biked all four days that I worked, though I didn't feel it was necessary to point this out, the novelty of the process having worn off. It's still fun, though, and Liam claims I am addicted to my endorphins. I'm not certain what that means, exactly, but I'm not disposed to argue it.
With the exception of the incident with the dumbass who wouldn't pass me1, I've had no problems at all. My knees are complaining, but no doubt they'll get stronger as I continue to bike. Keeping my fingers crossed.
1: As I passed 40th Street, there was a car behind me who paced me no matter how I tried to squeeze over to let him by. There were several opportunities for him to pass me when there were no cars in the oncoming lane, but he did not take any of them. I turned off onto 43rd Street and the driver of the car behind him yelled something unintelligible but clearly unhappy at me--it might have been "Get off the road," but I really couldn't parse it due to Doppler effect and other noises. Dude, not my fault a car driver was an idiot, OK?