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I decided to grit my teeth and go on a bike ride at lunch, regardless of how my back felt, A: because I'm going to die if I keep eating like this and don't ride to even things out, and B: because I feel miserable with no physical exercise.
I put on my bikin' skivvies and went to the front door with my bike, arriving just at the same moment as my manager, who had the same idea. (We both timed it to leave just after the fast group left, because neither of us is up to trying to hang out with them.)
As we walked out the front, the rain rolled in. Like, open the door, and the concrete is just turning brown.
It rained pretty hard for ten minutes, and then the cloud blew over, and the sun came back, and half an hour later it was perfect outside, so I went back out, and when my manager saw me, he did, too.
We cruised along bike paths, and met a crabby guy who told us the reason the last section of the Longmont bike trail is still closed (which it has been since the 2013 flood) is not because it's still washed out, but because there are two bald eagles with a nest in a tree right beside the trail and the city is waiting until the baby is up for disturbance. The crabby guy was incensed by this. I thought it was lovely.
We rode back to work, and my back hurt less than it has in two weeks.