Yesterday, I headed to Presidio Sports and Medicine in San Francisco. My appointment was at 6:00 pm. I work in Walnut Creek. So I took off work at 4:30, thinking that would give me enough time to ride Bart into the city and then ride my bike across the city. I figured any form of public transportation or taxi at that time would be a nightmare, since it’s rush hour. There was a train leaving from Walnut Creek at 4:35 or 4:50. The ride is about half an hour into San Francisco, so I planned on making the 4:35 in order to give myself plenty of time to ride my bike over.
I went to the Bart station, took my bike off the car and started heading over to the train. Wait, I forgot to check which parking spot I was in to validate my parking. So I ran back. I had about 5 minutes to make the train at this point. I turned around and started running back to the train. Wait, I forgot my phone. Yeah, I’m probably really going to need that. Turn around and run back to my car again. Ok, now I really have everything. At this point, probably going to miss the train but going to try anyway. Got my clipper card, head into the station and have a left over $2 regular paper ticket to validate my parking. Wrong. You can only use the ticket you used to come in to pay for parking. What? I had used the dang clipper card so I couldn’t use the other regular card with $2. But does my clipper card validate parking? No, that would be way too convenient. You have to register it online prior to coming to the station.
There goes the train.
Calmly, I walk back out the station and get change for the cash only parking validation. Why can’t it take credit cards? Beats me. I validate my parking and stroll up to the platform. I still have 10 minutes before the next train arrives. It’s ok. I still have time to make it to my 6:00 appointment.
Then, the train gets delayed in 19th St. Oakland. Mechanical issues. It’s still ok. I have still time. Then, a French guy gets into the train in West Oakland. Immediately hits the pedals on my bike. That’s ok, it pretty crowded in here. Then he puts both hands, both of them, on my bike seat of my BMC and leans back, easy as pie.
“Can you please not lean on my bike?!” Wow. Didn’t mean for that to come out at that extremely high octave.
“Oh, so sorry.” In a French accent. Goes back to the blonde eating out of the palm of my hand.
We get delayed again before Embarcadero. We are under the freaking ocean. It’s a bit crowded in the train. It’s pretty hot. I’m not usually claustrophobic. But my anxiety is rising and I want to get out of this train. There’s a girl who won’t stop coughing. She is spreading disease throughout the compartment. I am going to contract the black lung.
We go again. Stop again. Go again. Another delay. Stop. Go. Finally we reach Civic Station. The plan is to ride down to Polk, then turn on Chestnut and go all the way down. That should basically dead end into where I am going.
Where is Polk? I remember this station in a half daze from Santacon. It’s this way, right? Yeah I will just follow all these cyclists who look like they know where they are going. Yay, I found Polk! Oh, Polk is a one way street right here? Yikes. Ok, I’ll just stay on the sidewalk. Yeah. Shoot, I have 20 mins to get there. I’m going to be late. They are going to hate me. I’m never going to know what is wrong with my knee. Just ride!
Ok. And hit every single stop light on Polk too. That works too. I’ll still get there.Oh I just ran a red light. I probably shouldn’t have done that. Katie would kill me if she saw that. Yay, other cyclists. Yeah my bike is still better than theirs. But I probably look retarded on this nice bike with a back pack and running shoes. The clipless shoes are still wet from when I cleaned them. All right? Jeeze. I’m actually kind of a big deal when I have my stuff together. Oh, that girl’s pink polka dot bike jacket is really cute and her lime green ray bans are awesome. I want to be her friend.
Focus. It’s now 6:00. You need to be there now. Ok, yay, there’s Chestnut. Whoah, that old lady is kinda fast. But not as fast as me. She won’t let me pass her though. Old hag.
Oh man, ran another red light. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. This is why everyone hates cyclists. I am contributing.
I can see the end of the street! Almost there! Wait this is Clay? Where is that street I’m supposed to be on. I’ll just go the wrong way here. Over there looks kind of squiggly like on the map. It should be over there. Yes, this is definitely it. There it is!
Finally, at 6:17, I made it to Presidio Sports and Medicine.
The Conclusion? It is definitely my IT band! Hooray! My stability and strength are very weak for how much I am exerting my body. Time to start doing some strength training and core. Oh and all the Jane Fondas. Plus, foam roll like it’s my job. Should be back out on the road in as soon as a week! Boom. Boys, be prepared to be chicked soon.