Another Kind of Training?
Another Kind of Training is what I call it when my route is blocked by, well, a train. It has me grumbling about \”I-hate-trains\”. On the way home from the salvage store, my usual crossing was blocked by a train that was simply sitting there. If only it had moved forward by the length of six cars, the crossing would have been clear. There was no telling when the train might start moving again, and I had some things that needed to be gotten into the fridge. On top of that, the breeze was chilly, and I didn\’t want to stand around in it. I was forced to take a detour to get home. At least I can be glad it wasn\’t raining. But I did get to the salvage store. I didn\’t use the trailer this time; my legs aren\’t ready for it quite yet. I still got a decent haul using the trunk and panniers. Of course I hit the store\’s make-your-own-grab-bag bins. I managed to fit 38 items into a large bag. All those snacks for five bucks! That boils down to a little over 13 cents per item, and some of them normally cost $1.29 or more. The store\’s lack of produce didn\’t matter this time; I still have bananas and carrots and apples from last week\’s trip to a regular supermarket. I found some things that I hope will make good ride food. I\’m so glad I found that store. But it sure wasn\’t fun riding home against the wind! I ought to think of it as another kind of training.
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