Would it sound wrong to say I'd injured my feet so I went cycling?

Yesterday afternoon, I was feeling guilty for wanting to skip yoga. I hadn't done any real exercise in a week, so I felt I needed to do something. I'm still recovering from a sports injury to my foot and the pressure yoga would have placed on it was not tempting.

I've developed tendonitis in my left foot from cycling (at least I feel athletic because I can call it a sports injury) but I've set it off again three times just walking for a long time. Each time it takes a few weeks for the pain to entirely go away during which it can be painful just on a short walk to the Muni Metro station.

So after debating if I should or shouldn't go to yoga, I decided to go on a bike ride of all things. My roommate Walter came home and started changing into cycling gear, I asked where he was riding to, then asked if he'd mind company.

"What about your foot?" he asked. Special inserts for my cycling shoes molded to my feet have made riding much more comfortable than walking. I'm waiting now on another set for my regular shoes.

So as the sun was setting we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge to the Marin Headlands. We rounded a corner on the hill just in time to see the bright orange bridge bathed against the blue of the bay and San Francisco covered in fog behind.

It was one of those breathtaking moments which are why San Franciscan's love their city so much. That was the moment Walter had to make a joke "Why do you hate San Francisco so much Jamison?"

We road down to Rodeo Beach just as the sun was hitting the horizon and back just as it got dark. 22 miles in all and well worth it.