When I arrived home last evening at dusk, M was just gearing up for a little nighttime jog. “Can I come?” I asked, and bundled up N for a little ride. After the run, I commented that if the rainy forecast for today were to materialize I wouldn’t feel too bad about not biking to school today, since we’d run.

This morning the weather seemed to be holding out quite nicely, so I sped away on my bicycle.

But while the morning ride went exceedingly smoothly, the afternoon ride left me gasping for energy. In fact, it took me nearly ninety–instead of the normal nearly sixty–minutes. I’d never before experienced that level of consistent headwind; I even had to pedal down hills–and in a low gear at that.

By the time I made it home, M had hot tomato soup and dang quesadillas ready, with cookies and milk for dessert. I vaporized vast quantities into my mouth.

Now I’m too exhausted to grade the spelling activities stacked here on my desk. Maybe I’ll set the coffeemaker for the morning and get up and tackle them first thing tomorrow, when I’ll be rested and the only headwind will be mentally piecing myself awake.

Oh, and here is N all ready for that Monday-night jog: