Spoiled

So, I know I should just be grateful that the bulk of my 12 mile bike commute is on a nice bike path that cuts across Northern Virginia on a route that is more direct than I could take on the roads and, more importantly (especially with early dusk), has no cars.

But sometimes, sometimes on December days where the temperature is forecast to hit 70 degrees, I wish there were two parallel bike trails. One for the commuters and one for the walkers, runners, toddler tricyclists, and dogs on extending leashes (oh, the extending leaches!).

Yup, I know I am spoiled.