35 At 45

My 45 year old body climbed onto my bicycle today amidst the gorgeous 18 degree Celcius weather (making it feel more like early May than early November) and cycled downtown to get this week's small haul of comics. With that, I pushed my biking streak to 35, as in 35 consecutive months now (going back to January 2006) during which I've ridden my bike downtown at least once.

I'd pat myself on the back except that it's probably more a reflection of the effect of Climate Change than anything else at the core of this otherwise-impressive feat. But still...