I'm wearing my sweat-stained Carhart hat. I love this hat.

So the other day I was heading to work on my bike, riding up the twisty sidewalk that goes above the road. When I turned the corner, I saw 10 feet in front of me another biker-- we made eye contact, let out some odd noise and then crashed as hard as we could into eachother. I flew back and my bike landed on top of me, and he toppled forward and nearly landed on top of me as well. I immediately examined my bike; everything was okay. Then I took a look at him-- disheaveled and a bit cross-- his rim bent and his watch broken and in pieces on the sidewalk. It makes me laugh everytime I remember the funny face he made and the awkward noise right before we crashed.

Life at the Y is going well. It has been so fun exersizing in the morning! I love it! But something besides the rain is dampening our parade. Becks just informed me that she got a job at 7am. . .blast! I haven't told her yet that I signed us up for the woman's three on three Intramurals b-ball team (behold, a ray of sunshine)!

I am going to have a cook-a-thon tonight. Lentil soup, homemade bread, granola and hummus. I can't wait. Tuesday night and wednesday are like the weekend b/c I don't have work. The weather is changing and getting colder but I'm having a hard time retiring my chacos. . . time to pull out the wool socks.