Commuted to a clinic I seldom get sent to. Nice ride west, mostly on Logan Blvd, one of the broad, curving, tree-lined streets in Chicago. I did figure out I'd be happier and safer on the side street that runs parallel to it, though. It was pretty darned windy both directions. HOW IS THAT? No, don't explain it, I won't feel any better! I pulled out my Terry skort thing--bike shorts with a wrap around skirt. Made me feel very girly, in a good way. I may get one of their wrappers in a tall so I can wear it with any bike shorts. I felt a lot less self-conscious walking into the clinic in a bike skirt than I do in shorts. I always change right away, but still...

After that case of the pukes I had this weekend, I wondered when I'd ever get back on the bike. Ummm...today! And tomorrow morning I run, then ride my bike to the other clinic. A less scenic route. They're both a bit over 3 miles away.