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[stormdog]

I was having a lot of depression problems last week and asked Danae to meet me for my therapy appointment on Wednesday for support. On my way there from work, I broke a spoke on my bike so I had to catch a bus and was late. We had to take the bus home instead of the train because the L doesn't allow buses on during rush hour (Supposedly. I see them there all the time. But I was stopped once before I knew the policy and I don't want to be rude to other train users so I don't try.) So the ride home was pretty slow and we got back too late for me to ship a book I was supposed to get into the mail. When we got home, the elevator was not working because one phase of the building's 3-phase power was out. (We live on the 7th floor.) That was quite a day.

That's the second spoke that's broken in about a month. If nothing else has motivated me strongly enough to manage my food better, maybe the fear of being too heavy for my bike will.

Danae commented that other heavy people have bikes and it's probably just bad luck. Maybe luck was part of it, but most people aren't riding 26 miles a day and going through rough construction-area pavement at 16-17 miles per hour either. I'll try to be a little more careful and slow down for anything more than a little bump.