I am working all weekend at a training session for volunteers in Charlotte, NC so yesterday I only spent a few hours at the office and planned to enjoy a relaxing afternoon filled with a a long run.

Well, a 7 mile run did occur but only after a driving detour to the Marin Headlands. While I was putting my key in the front gate of my apartment building Dave called. I knew he was on a bike ride and my heart always  stops if he calls when he’s out riding in fear that there’s been an accident. Once I answered he quickly assured me that he was perfectly fine he had simply blown two tires and only had one tube so he needed to be picked up. I of course grabbed his car keys and went to the garage.

However, it is rare that I drive his car because it is almost impossible to back out of our garage. Dave has a giant car that lives in one of the last parking spots. In order to leave you have to maneuver out of the space and then drive backwards down a small corridor. I had only tried this once before with Dave’s help and let’s just say that the lesson ended early and with me on the verge of tears.

But this time I WAS VICTORIOUS! I successfully, albeit slowly, made my way out of the garage, over the bridge and up to the Headlands where I met dave and his deflated bike. Jordan to the rescue!

In a few hours I will be on the plane to North Carolina and I’m actually looking forward to some quiet reading time. Who loves/hates to fly?