Being green was fun for 11 minutes.

I was so proud of myself yesterday for not being a lazy pile, and dragging my bike outside to ride to work. Look at me! I'm environmentally friendly! Carbon footprint? No way!

That all changed at about 4:32 p.m. when Armageddon hit. The skies were black, the horizon was scary. And I was strapping on my damn bike helmet.

Boo.

Of course as soon as I clipped my left leg into the pedal, the rain started. And kept coming. Within a block, bullets of rain were pelting the shit out of me and I was soaked. Onlookers gawked, drivers smiled, and I kept peddling.

One-point-three miles is really much further when your eyeballs need windshield wipers.

But I made it. I was water-logged, but in one piece.

Carbon footprint be damned.