Apparently Olive Garden pasta comes with a side of guilt.

Kelly and I went there after her uncle’s showing, and it was good. I do not eat pasta much, but tonight I did, and I enjoyed it.

Then later I went for an easy bike ride because that is what my brain decided needed to happen.

9.14 miles. Very light effort. Garmin called it recovery work, which is probably fair. It was not punishment. It was just movement, air, and a way to settle the day down.

I even earned the “I am the Night” badge for recording an activity between 10 p.m. and 4 a.m.

That tracks.

Pasta eaten. Ride done. Night badge earned.