So. It turns out my downstairs neighbors don’t LOVE the new indoor trainer.
After two hours of hill training, at ten minutes of ten on a school night, I realized the knocking wasn’t my heartbeat behind my eardrums. It was at my door. He was the nicest guy ever. “It’s no problem, really,” he said. “It’s just that I wake up at 5:00, so if you could stop shaking the pictures on my walls by ten, I mean, that should work.”
I feel terrible.
Not just because I had no idea about the noise, but also because I’d planned to sneak another ride in at 5:00, too. (Hey, he said he’d already be up, didn’t he?) I guess for the time being this means it’s back to the gym for me. Unless, of course, it’s ok to buy a house to support your biking habit. In the meantime, I’m sorry about the noise, downstairs neighbor.
Drinks are on me.