I learned a lesson today...

Okay, day started out well, woke up late, planned to ride 10+ today, and it was sunny. Bike was working well, headed out of the garage, and about 2 miles into the ride, I realize "damn, I forgot my fuckin' waterbottle." Well, okay, so I figure, no problem, I've done it before, it'll be okay. Then about 3 miles in, I'm riding in traffic, no problem, but I'm coming up fast on another biker, who's riding a road bike. It looks like he cuts out into traffic to make a lane change, but the truck in front of him hits the brakes, and bike meets tailgate, at about 15 mph. I stop, he's alright, but he almost got sandwiched from the car behind him. This is probably when I should of said, "fuck it" and gone home, but nooooo, I'm not that smart. So, I cut right out of the heavily traveled streets, and find some hills, okay, I'm pushing it hard on the hills, out of the saddle, trying to keep my speed. Up on hill, down another, up one hill, down another, okay, so maybe I'll try a different route home. I know where I am, kinda, and I figure I've got about 3 or so miles back to the hotel. Down one hill, back up another, and just as I crest that hill, my front tire hits a bump, and then feels wierd, I look down, and my front tire is flat. "Fuck" I realize I don't have my flat kit with me, ugh, and I can't walk on these bike shoes, okay, fuck it. Off come the shoes, off come the socks, okay, barefoot, I think I'm kinda close to the hotel, well, about 40 minutes later, and 2.5 miles, I'm back at the hotel, with sore feet. I might not run tomorrow, we'll see how the feet are doing. Well, enough for now, and I've gotta buy another tube...