Gah! This morning I had such great intentions. I was going to go on a real bike ride – outside on the Santa Fe trail, then do a short run. It was nice and sunny and cool.

I got out there, later than I had planned, and was greeted by 2 nearly flat tires on my bike. Did I mention I haven’t ridden my bike since Zevan got stitches?

So I spent a good half hour looking for a pump. I found a pump and spend more time looking for the right tip for my tire. No dice.

I realized then that Doug has a pump attached to his bike. And I know we’ve used it before to pump up the tires on my bike. I grabbed it and sat down to put air in my tires, but i couldn’t get the dang thing to latch on so I could get air in the tire. I tried all sorts of things. I checked Doug’s bike and sure enough, he had the same valves as I do. After a long, frustrating while, I gave up and thought, I’ll put the bike rack on and bring the bike to the bike shop.

Right. Except it’s been so long since I put the bike rack on, I forgot how the straps go on.

This whole time I’m thinking – I HAVE to get work done today or my clients will start firing me, one by one.

So I clear out the van, and shove my bike in the back. And it’s frakking lunchtime and I’ve gotten NOTHING done this morning. Crap.

I thought I would work a while, have some lunch and then bike.

Except now it’s 5:00 PM and the boys are are home and I didn’t. Damn.