If I ever start to feel bad about my life in any way, I need to remember that now and then I’m able to have days like the one I had today. I’m almost embarrassed to describe it, it was so decadent.
I don’t have classes on Fridays (most faculty members don’t at my school), and I usually spend it working on grading and preparing for classes. But since I’m willing to work (from home) on Saturday and Sunday — and often I have to to get everything done — I can sometimes not do any work at all on Friday. And that was the case today.
I woke up at 8:00 — and right there I realize I’m admitting something that might make people jealous, although the truth is that my teaching schedule is an evening one, so I tend to stay up late and wake up late — and got ready to go on a bike ride. Hobgoblin and I had plans to ride with my cycling BFF (that’s how she referred to me today). We were out the door at 9:00, and although it was only 24 degrees at the time, the temperature was on the way up (to the mid-30s). We rode the beach loop, which, as Emily noted once, sounds like an easy, short spin, although it’s actually a 50-mile loop, largely downhill the way there and largely uphill the way back, three hours total.
Although it was chilly, the day was lovely — perfectly sunny and clear. We dodged a few patches of ice, but mostly the roads were dry. The highlight of the trip, as always, was a stop at Crumbs bakery for a cupcake, and I got my favorite, a very boring but yummy vanilla one, even though Hobgoblin told me it has something like 700 calories. Oh, well — I burned way more calories than that. I think we made a little bit of a scene in the cupcake shop, with our silly-looking clothing and our loud laughter. But it’s so easy to laugh when we’re pumped full of adrenaline, and that’s one of my favorite things about cycling — when I’m with other people and we’re all feeling good, everything everybody says is funny.
After the ride and after a shower and a quick lunch, I was off to the masseuse. Hobgoblin bought me a gift certificate for an hour-long massage for my birthday, and I’d made an appointment for this afternoon. I know massage is a great thing to help my muscles recover from the stress of training, but I’m reluctant to spend the money on it because it seems so self-indulgent. So I’m happy to have someone else spend the money on it for me. It was lovely.
And then it was late afternoon and time for my chiropractic appointment. I know not everyone likes going to the chiropractor, but I love it. It’s a chance to have someone massage my shoulders (again), crack my neck, ask me how I’m doing, give me some attention, and generally indulge me for a while. I’ve been seeing my chiropractor for a few years now, and she’s become a little bit like a friend.
And then it was off to the local drive-in burger joint, the Sycamore, a 50s diner that’s not just 50s-themed, but actually from the 50s. I had a bacon cheeseburger. Yum.
And then I had my weekly Friday evening yoga class. It’s a fairly slow-moving, stretchy class, not at all like power yoga, and it’s the kind of class I can do fine in even if I’ve ridden my bike for 50 miles already that day. The teacher is great and many of the students know each other and are very friendly, so it has an upbeat, light atmosphere. We’re all serious yoga students, but we don’t take the whole thing too, too seriously.
And now I’m home, doing a bit of blogging and planning to pick up some books. Now is that not an absurdly good day, or what?