My commute

I suspect there are two kinds of people in the world: those who don't mind a commute, and those who do. (I also suspect this is one of those life situation things that you are flexible about if you need to be, though.) For years now, I've been in the latter camp: I simply cannot be bothered to spend a lot of time going to and from work. Partly this is really how I feel, and partly this is because I've had the luxury of feeling that way since I've managed to quite easily live very close to my work for the past six years.

But I had never, in the year I've been here, stopped to actually time my commute. Then Jeremy gave me a GPS watch and my life changed. How have I lived without dissecting the minutest data from my daily bike rides or runs??? HOW?

Anyway, whereas previously I had a vague idea that my commute to work was more or less the same length as Non-Stop from Hamilton (true story - and what a feeling it is to roll into work high on that "I am Alexander Hamilton, Hamilton! Just you waaaaaaaait - I am not throwing away my shot!), now I know that it takes me 4.5 minutes of active cycling to get from outside my house building to outside my work building. Four and a half minutes! There is the possibility of hitting two red lights on the way, which sometimes might add another minute or two. But still. Four and a half minutes.

I went ahead and created a "segment" (a stretch of my route that I do every day and which I want to easily compare my times on) of the longest uphill stretch I ride - even without a watch, I've always tried to outdo myself on that hill. Now I will have data to see if I've succeeded or not.

I know someday I might have to deal with a slightly longer commute to work, but for now I am reveling in being so close.