A New York Cyclist's State Of Mind

For the first time in ages, I've ridden the train nearly every day for the last two weeks straight. I can now safely say that this is the closest I've ever been to stark raving MADNESS.

I've loved this season's commute so far, as NYC's seen one of its mildest winters in years and I've been able to get away with riding in regular clothing (as opposed last year's Cycling Snow Beast ensemble).

But a couple of unfortunate events have thrown a wrench in my daily riding. First off, I nailed a foot-deep pothole on the way to the gym and haven't had a chance to repair my flat yet and, the day after, I got knocked over the head with a nasty chest infection. I'm now regaining full lung functionality (hip-hip hooray!) and I'm dying to get back on the road.

Maybe this sounds far-fetched, but my mood has been horrible since I stopped cycling every day. I'm grumpy the minute I set foot off the train in the morning and by 2 p.m. I need a central line for coffee just to keep myself upright.

I know all about endorphins and the warm fuzzy feelings that linger after you've gotten in a good workout, but I think this might have more to do with sunlight than anything else.

When I leave for work on the subway, the sun's barely made a dent in the darkness and by the time I'm ready to head home, it's long gone. It's kind of depressing, if I'm honest.

On the flip side, when I bike, I nab at least 40 minutes of rays (albeit the weak winter variety) in the a.m. and it wasn't until the last couple of weeks that I realized just how crucial that might be.

For my sake (and my job performance) I hope I feel more balanced once I get back into my normal routine.

I'm just counting down the days until spring really rolls in. I miss everything about riding in summer...can't wait for days like these again.