Yesterday morning after getting almost 2 feet of snow Sunday and working from home Monday I thought I could bike to work. In my defense, they do keep the bike path pretty clear.
I biked about a half mile, almost wiped out several times, had to walk through extreme patches of ice, thought about the impossibility of biking this in the dark on the way home, and turned around. I put my bike safely in my place and headed to the bus.
My bus ride to work was not horrible. It was normal. I stood and listened to this girl on her phone complaining about a wedding she's going to. (That part isn't necessarily normal.)
Then it was time to head home for the evening. As I crossed the street I saw my bus at my stop and I was hustling. There's only so much you can do when there's limited space to walk (they don't shovel the entire sidewalk) and lots of people. I missed the bus. I waited 8 minutes. The next bus didn't even stop. I waited 8 more minutes and decided I wasn't waiting anymore.
Did I mention it was snowing? I was pretty wet at this point.
I walked to the red line and the line was out the stairs. I have never seen this before. As I looked at the snaking line, I looked up and saw another bus I could take.
An hour and a half after I left the office I got home. This is not normal, my friends. One of my co-workers said it took her two hours.
Today I got home from the gym and wondered how I can make the bus more enjoyable.
I decided to make some coffee to enjoy while en route. I don't know if it was the coffee, the fact that I got a seat & could read, or the short wait for the bus. I wasn't even annoyed when I stepped off the bus in snow past my knees.
Sometimes it's just making the decision to be ok.
We'll see how the bus ride home goes...and tomorrow.
I biked about a half mile, almost wiped out several times, had to walk through extreme patches of ice, thought about the impossibility of biking this in the dark on the way home, and turned around. I put my bike safely in my place and headed to the bus.
My bus ride to work was not horrible. It was normal. I stood and listened to this girl on her phone complaining about a wedding she's going to. (That part isn't necessarily normal.)
Then it was time to head home for the evening. As I crossed the street I saw my bus at my stop and I was hustling. There's only so much you can do when there's limited space to walk (they don't shovel the entire sidewalk) and lots of people. I missed the bus. I waited 8 minutes. The next bus didn't even stop. I waited 8 more minutes and decided I wasn't waiting anymore.
Did I mention it was snowing? I was pretty wet at this point.
I walked to the red line and the line was out the stairs. I have never seen this before. As I looked at the snaking line, I looked up and saw another bus I could take.
An hour and a half after I left the office I got home. This is not normal, my friends. One of my co-workers said it took her two hours.
Today I got home from the gym and wondered how I can make the bus more enjoyable.
I decided to make some coffee to enjoy while en route. I don't know if it was the coffee, the fact that I got a seat & could read, or the short wait for the bus. I wasn't even annoyed when I stepped off the bus in snow past my knees.
Sometimes it's just making the decision to be ok.
We'll see how the bus ride home goes...and tomorrow.
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