Ack, I think it is Spring, because the crocuses are up and because I feel crappy. Something about the transition out of Winter always brings on muscular fatigue and mental fogginess, and added to the general exhaustion from school, it makes for one lethargic Val. It's such a beautiful day today and I vow that I will get out there again. This morning I spent an hour adjusting the derailleurs on my bike and still couldn't get the front one quite right. I've been riding my mom's Diamondback since last summer after she had one too many crashes on it and decided to take "a break" from cycling, and I wonder if something bent during one of her crashes and that's why the front derailleur is wonky. Oh well. After fiddling with it for a while, I decided that since the rear derailleur is now adjusted perfectly, I care less about shifting into the lowest gear on the front since I can happily shift into the lowest gear on the back without the chain jumping off the sprocket. To be continued.
I will now attempt to hoist myself out of this malaise by practicing the violin. And maybe an apple cider vinegar tonic...