Okay, so this morning I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for work, when I hear pssssssssssss coming from the other room. What the...? Turns out it was my rear tire, giving up the ghost.

Now, on the one hand, I think I made this happen because I said out loud to the guy on the trail: I haven't done this in a while because I haven't had a flat all year, oops I hope I didn't just jinx myself by saying that.

But on the other hand, I've been kinda worried for a month or so now that one of the tubes would just give out from old age, and that it would happen in the middle of the steepest climb on the Livestrong ride. So really I am thrilled that it happened in my living room.

Therefore I conclude that my good deed caused the flat to happen in a safe, convenient way instead of during an important ride.

Bonus points: this means I have an excuse to go to the bike shop near my office, because they take tubes and tires for recycling. Any guesses as to how much I'll wind up spending while I'm there?