Back to work. Back to commuting. Back to the gym.
This is the view from my office window. A container terminal. The local mountains. And, a busy sea port. It’s very different than the view from the cottage windows.
Gone are the daily, fast rides with Chas and Lou. Instead, I’m on my commuter cautiously navigating the city’s bikeways to and from the office with the usual lap (or two) in the park on the way home. I’m getting the miles in but they are not like the rides the boys and I enjoyed all summer long. And, when it rains, and it has been raining a lot since I returned, I hit the gym and spinning bike. That’s different 🙂
Chas and Lou will get their turns but they will have to wait for the weekends. They aren’t used to that. I’ll ride them on the commute sometimes, particularly when I’m planning a workout on the way home.
There are hills here. A lot of hills. Some steep. Some long. They’re everywhere. The headwinds this summer have helped. The climbs are easier.
I realize I do not have a name for my commuter. Names came quickly, and naturally for both Chas and Lou. My commuter needs a name. After all, I’m on him as much, if not more than the other bikes. Maybe he’s not a he. Maybe he’s a she.
She has been with me a long time. Not as long a Chas but nearly. She has had several looks. At first, a mountain bike with large, lumpy tires. Now, a city bike with fenders, a pannier rack, and slick city tires. I don’t just commute with her. I train with her as well. In all types of weather. Weather Chas or Lou don’t like. And she carries heavy loads. She’s tough.
She’s an iron lady. That’s it. Thatch. I’m going to call her Thatch.