This morning was just a lousy morning. I slept through my alarm, then the water wouldn’t get hot enough in my shower, and things snowballed from there. Hideous, I tell you. Anyway, I was hoping that a change of scenery would help so I was stupidly looking forward to going to my job. That didn’t work out the way I was hoping, big surprise! Eleventy billion phone calls, a hundred of those red flagged “important” emails sitting like a time bomb in my inbox, and why oh WHY does the stupid printer never ever have any paper in it? What are these people printing all day long and why can’t they be considerate and put some paper in themselves? Or better yet, don’t. I’d say send it in an email but they’re probably already doing that and printing it too.

Anyway, I went home and wanted to set all of my work clothes on fire. Which, while satisfying, would have been a pretty terrible decision. A lot of it is synthetic, so it probably wouldn’t burn anyway, it would just melt and release toxic fumes or something. So instead, I decided to go for a ride. What better way to deal with your feelings than literally getting on a bike and ride as far as you possibly could away from them? So I changed my clothes – without burning them, I promise – and got out of my house.

I gave it away a little in the title of this post, but let me tell you that riding a bicycle when I am angry is apparently the thing that I am second best at, behind my actual job. I headed over to the trail near my house, where I do my best riding. I guess everyone else had such a crummy day too and they were off doing normal things like drinking away their problems, because I had the trail all to myself. OK, it wasn’t a nice day, but it wasn’t too hot or too cold, and it wasn’t raining or anything. It was sort of nice that I didn’t have to keep yelling, “On your left!” as I passed by a bunch of people walking and looking at the weeds or something.

I had my headphones in and great music playing. I just found the perfect groove and kept going. The trail is a five-mile loop if you travel the main branch, which is great. It is long enough that I don’t feel like I am riding some sort of terrible loop, but circular so I don’t ride 5 miles and then have to turn around and ride all the way back just to get home. Sometimes I just want to do five miles, you know? Anyway, I was angry cycling and listening to my music. Before I knew it, I was at the beginning of the path again. I looked at my watch and it had been about 18 minutes. Man I wish I had checked the exact time before I started. I was just so mad that all I did was start my playlist!

Oh well, I’m sure that there will be another day where everything pisses me off. Next time I’ll be ready with a stopwatch.