As I was going through my morning chores routine I made a deal with my dieting self. If I stepped on the scale and the numbers weren’t lower than yesterday, then I’d “punish” myself with a bike ride.
Sure enough the numbers on the scale didn’t change so much as a tenth of a pound from the morning before so I saddled up and went forth to complete the part of Saturday’s ride through Griffith Park that I wasn’t able to because of a flat and severe tire laceration I got in Elysian Park. Lovely day. Beautiful ride. Better late than never.
And I came away with a new favorite shot of me in Griffith Park, snapped by my handlebar cam (not that I had an old one):