Monday was a long day. I got up and felt great. I've even begun getting up earlier for some reason. I don't have to be at work until 9:30, and I usually leave on my bike at 8:45. Instead of sleeping in until 8:00 or 8:15 I've been getting up at 7:30. It allows me to make a cup of coffee and be productive before I leave for work. Well I've been working on the productive part, but getting up at 7:30 is going well, even if I just lay in bed and read.

So I felt good about getting up. But then I banged my leg as I was getting my bike out of the closet. Nothing serious so I hopped on my bike and left. Feeling good again. I biked down the road about a half mile and noticed that my odometer wasn't working. I went to tap the battery part by my wheel but missed and instead thrust my fingers in my spinning tire. I didn't crash, but three of my fingers started to bleed very happily.

But I biked on and made it to work on time. Work was pretty good (I patched up my fingers nicely). Although all my fingers were a little swollen. I had fun playing with the kids, although one accidentally kicked me in the shin. But I was in a good mood. I left and biked home (leaving work a little late) and biked rather slowly.

About a mile from my apartment I passed a free produce farmer's market. Literally, fresh produce, all free. I picked up a crate of cherry tomatoes, some cucumbers, some peppers, some peaches, and some regular tomatoes. I biked home carrying those in my arms no handed (or one handed when I needed balance). I felt good. I made a fresh tomato and mozzarella salad. It was delicious. Unfortunately I sliced open my finger cutting tomatoes.

It was a good, and bad day. But I think I came out ahead. And I'll be eating salads for a month.