Today's the dreaded 93-degree day. I knew I'd be able to get to work unscathed if I came in late so I hit the gym early this morning and put in a solid hour on my abs, bis and moderately on my shoulders and hips.
I'm so groggy from it now. I'm not sore but just really tired. Had a peanut butter cup RTD 50 after the workout and I've got a banana waiting for the post-ride so I'm not hungry, thankfully. The key today is to stay hydrated and caffeinated.
I'm now half-way through the Hemingway novel. Half-way through and there's only now a woman in the story -- makes me wonder how faithful the adaptation with Bogart & Bacall will be b/c I cannot imagine they keep her character waiting for 45 minutes into a film. Since it's set in Cuba and the Keys, for background music I've put on Kenny Dorham's Afro-Cuban. Though this album came out in 1955, I think it helps for all the scenes set in bars and I need something to keep the squeaking train axles from driving me mad.
The sun is out and I'm still in a good mood, all things considered. Put on Cosmos Rocks because it's upbeat and is of little depth.
Approaching the Chelsea Piers, my right shoelace got tangled in the pedal. I pulled over and wondered if the 10 seconds will hinder me later. I then passed the Chris Cornell doppelganger hanging out beside my route and realize he's probably hoping to get noticed by an "SVU" casting director. Joke's on him, as there are no trailers or trucks in the dock today, so they're probably not filming.
Had I gotten to Albany Street 10 seconds earlier, I would've made the light. There's my answer.
Thank you for reading.
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