The plan this morning was cycle comute to work, do upper body strength at the fitness center.
Packed my pannier bags the night before. Planned my strategy for cycling clothes - it's a little tricky, 30s for the ride in, upper 50s for the ride home. Figured out how much time I needed, when I should leave, and set the alarm.
Got up. Geared up. Pumped up the tires.
Meanwhile, son is out in the driveway fiddling with the car. Will not start. Click.click.click.click. Stopped to talk with him about it a bit, then decided no worries, take my car, I'm cycling in.
Got off a little later than planned. Things are good. Then I think. Hmmmm. I don't think I have my toiletries. Better stop to check. Nope . Definately don't have those. Okay, turn around.
Back home. Laid my bike down at the end of the driveway (it's gravel and it was faster than walking it back up to the house) grabbed my toiletries bag out of my gym bag, bungeed it to the rack. Pick up the bike...walk it back up the street.
What the font?
When I laid it down, my rear light rotated inward and was hitting the tire. But I had trouble muscling it back out. Had to get the multi-use tool out of the bag to loosen it up, adjust, tighten.
Time check. Oh wow. I'm WAY behind schedule now.
Plan B. I'll head to the other fitness center at work. It will cut 2 miles off my commute. No time for upper body now.
Arrive, stretch, head in for a shower, change clothes. Walk to the hair dryer area. No dryer anywhere to be found. I presume someone stole it.
Crud. Arrive at office a few minutes late with wet hair. Just lovely.
[Edited to add: Rest of the day went okay. Got a few comments on my hair - it dries wavy and I normally blow dry it straight. after work, we got the the car jump started and took it in to PepBoys. It's back with a new battery and Son should have no problems tomorrow. Cycle commuting is always interesting, sometimes it goes well, sometimes you have to improvise]