As I laid awake at 4:30 this morning I thought about my dentist appointment at 7:00. “I could drive,” I thought. When I drove last October to the last appointment the dentist commented on it. He’d expected me to ride after we’d talked about bicycling after an earlier appointment. With that memory I resolved to ride. My dentist had become part of my conscience.
A few of my co-workers, curiously the most overweight ones, are also part of my conscience. When they ask “did you ride today?” It is merely curiosity, sometimes tinged with wonder. When they ask I’m happy to reply “yes” and feel a bit of a twinge when I have to say “no.” On other mornings the memory of that question helped tip the ambivelence about riding into a decision to ride. I want to be able to say “yes.”
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