So I’ve been biking home from work on and off for 2 weeks, now. I rode home part of last week, and both Monday and Tuesday of this week. Monday was supposed to be my first day biking TO work, but I chickened out at the last minute. Mostly I wanted to sleep in, but part of me was scared of the ride TO the train, which is uphill and through a busy part of Hollywood. Of course, it’s also only a half-mile, so really I needed to get a grip and just do it.
Tuesday I woke up and decided that maybe Wednesday, mid week, would be a good day to start.
Tuesday night I went to bed at 11, and thought for sure I’d chicken out by the morning. But I felt terrible for Jeff, who kept having to get up early to bring me to work. So I decided I would just do it, indeed! I got up at 6, a half hour late, but by 6:33 I was out the door ready to bike to the station. It took me until 6:44 to get underground and get my ticket, so I must have biked faster than I did the first time (when Jeff and I went to Pasadena for my volleyball game and it took me so long I was embarassed and angry).
So I managed to get on the 6:47 train to Union Station, and from there it was a lovely ride. I switched to the gold line from the red line around 7:10, and at 7:45 I was above ground getting on my bike at Lake Station. I pedalled into the courtyard at 7:56, and was certainly on time for work!
I also made the discovery that from work to Lake Station, which is almost a mile and a half, the road is a hill. The entire way. So all my self-depreciating thoughts of how I was terribly out of shape are not justified — really I am just biking up a hill. Go me!
This also means the bike to work is very easy — which means I probably won’t be minding it much. Except the getting up at 5:30 part.
