When you get to be my age, birthdays are bitter-sweet. Today, I was particularly conflicted because as I pedaled off to work, I could not help but think about the good friend of mine who was flying off to Cancun, Mexico. He had invited me to go with him on his four-day winter get-away, but I had to turn him down because I am on a deadline for a project at work. That’s right, instead of rolling my studded tires through the snow and ice to work on my birthday, I could have been boarding a plane for warm, sunny Mexico. To add some road salt to the wound, the trip would have been FREE! He had frequent flyer miles I could have used and the hotel was paid for.Advertisement
The upside of the day is that it is my birthday. My wife and daughter gave me the fun “Birthday Boy” blue ribbon and a nice little gift too. And while it is not on-the-beach-in-Mexico hot, it was so “warm” outside, that I was able to ditch my overcoat and bike to work in my tie and cardigan. Perhaps because my mind was preoccupied with birthday thoughts and images of margaritas and surf crashing on the beach, I forgot my office keys.
Since I had left early to get a jump on the project I am working on, there would be nobody at the office for another hour to let me in. I could have ridden back home, but I decided instead to just ride around for a while to kill time. I had a nice ride through the Menomonee Valley, then up through Merrill Park and the Layton Boulevard West neighborhoods. I was comfy riding around in just my sweater, and eventually rolled up to the office just a few minutes before my coworker Deb arrived with keys to let us in.
One year older, one more year biking to work, and I can still smile about it all. Can’t ask for too much more than that in life I guess.