Spooky commute this morning. It was pitch black at 5:30 am, heavily overcast, foggy, no street lights, and the middle of the woods. At first I was really enjoying the solitude and quiet, with nothing visible except what my headlight lit up. Then I passed what looked like someone crouched on the side of the path. Although I'm sure it was just shadows, that's all I needed for my imagination to kick in. I start feeling like someone is chasing me (it doesn't help that I'm in the middle of a scary book) so I'm haulin' a$$ away from that area... of course, right there is a short but steep hill. That's the fastest I've gone up a hill so far .

It took me about a mile to calm down and remind myself that it was all in my head. The rest of the ride was great. Perfect temp, perfect choice of clothing, full of energy, and very few people out. Lots of bunnies running amuck though.