August 5, 2009 - Bicycle ride
Wiped out on 3rd Ave., coming up with knee and elbow bloody. Will be stiff later.
On the way up the Manhattan Bridge a woman was coming up behind me and I pulled to the side to let her pass. As she passed she looked to me and said: "you're working very hard at the bottom of your stroke. Maybe you could bring down your seat just a wee bit." Late 30s/early 40s, padded bike pants, thin, long-haired, rich-looking. Looked a little like a younger Wendie Malick. Pleasant.
"I will look into that," I said. "Thank you."
Well, I thought as she pedaled ahead. That was sincere. I am, when out and about, braced for judgment. Ready to explain myself, defend myself, flip the finger at someone who points, but unprepared for well-intentioned advice about something besides my body or my career. A little later I lowered the seat. She was right: things connected differently.
| Food | Qty | Calories |
|---|---|---|
| Bicycle ride, 1 hr. | 0.7 | -333 |
| Total | -333 |