The bike journey took a partially new route to get to Venice Boulevard's bike lane today. I have a route picked out the dumps me on Venice Blvd one block east of where National crosses, but between National and Robertson, especially by Robertson, there is road construction - something that not only blocks the bike lane but also even the sidewalks (I don't do well in swift traffic). So I went to Google Maps to check out a new possible route that would bypass that nonsense, and I found one that dumps me out onto Venice Blvd. from Bagley - a route that crosses Robertson but also keeps me off of Robertson, which I hate riding. This new detour took me from Shenandoah Blvd to Cattaraugus, then Cattaraugus west to Bagley, and Bagley to Venice Blvd. It worked beautifully.
After the cookies were dropped off and I retraced my route back to Venice Blvd, I decided to head for the beach. Now, I was already feeling tired at this point, a weird tiredness - not just because I've spent so many late nights going through all the episodes of Grey's Anatomy. No, it was a tiredness where I just wasn't interested in speed and didn't seem to be able to get any speed anyhow.
|A bike with a surfboard attachment.|
I fugured if the leak was slow enough, I could maybe get it pumped up at one of the bike rental places and maybe make it home, so I did stop at a rental place and got it pumped up, but at that point I was still over 11 miles out, and I just prayed to make it home.
My knees feel completely shot from such a hard slog.