AFter dealing with irrational people all around me most of the day, I am now about to change into my far too tight lycra shorts and my large and 'slimming' t-shirt and ride my bike home. On the way I iwll play havoc wiht the old ladies and little kids on the bike path, passing them all at an alarming rate of speed, screaming "on your left" at the last possible second, thereby demonstrating my superior fitness. I iwll call out "okie-dokie Hyrum" to every recumbent I see and cackle to myself after doing so. I iwll convince myself that becaseu i can still roll at 20 or more on the flats the fact that I can only muster single digits on even the smallest hills is misleading and I am really just THAT close to being fit again. I iwll arrive home sweating like a dog and so everyone will leave me alone until I am no longer an incandescent red, which suits me fine.
Nothing like a self-delusional bike ride to wrap a work day.
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Sorry for th e tpyos.
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