To Pooped 2 Party

It finally happened. On my way home from the gym, I ran over a pedestrian on my bike. The dumb tourist stepped back in front of me as she changed her mind on which way she was going. Fortunately, I escaped with only a few scratches and without any body flips over my handlbars.

Maybe I could have avoided her if I wasn't so tired. I didn't sleep on my flight back to Munich from Chicago this morning because my original cozy corner seat's foot rest didn't work (so they had to move me to an aisle five rows back behind a family of three noisy boys and their very exhausted mom). But they say to stay on schedule once you return so I forced myself to workout. And because we leave for St. Petersburg tomorrow, I didn't want to take any naps. I need to go to sleep at a reasonable time tonight. I can't succomb to my usual routine of watching Sex and the City while eating a bowl of cereal.

I've already warned Chris I'm sure I'll be unpleasant come 6:30 a.m. tomorrow. I don't like getting up that early - even worse when it's to catch a plane. But maybe I'll perk up once we hit Russia. If Boris from Paris is any indication of the men we'll see, my mood will change quickly.