After being the last person in Boulder to get around to watching "Chasing Ice" over the weekend, and following it with a documentary about Antarctica (summary: we're going straight to global-warming hell in a floodwater handbasket), I decided that by failing to commute to work by bike a few times a week like I used to, I've become part of the problem.

So I tossed some clothes, hair product and a tiny bit of smug into a backpack and took off on my 13-mile bike commute Monday morning.

There's one corner on this ride that almost always reeks of car exhaust, and when I reached that corner, that tiny bit of smug I was carrying grew.

This is why! I thought. This is why I'm out here! I was also apparently out there to inhale that noxious crud, blech. But no worries -- inhaling crud only fuels smug! I am doing the right thing!

As if my ego wasn't already involved enough in this ride that was probably going to save the planet and inspire a legion to do the same, a cyclist without a backpack labored by me just past the Corner of Sputtering Exhaust. That guy doesn't have a backpack, I thought indignantly (because everything is a race). Plus, he doesn't have a backpack weighed down with my lunch in a glass bowl.

Wait, how much does quinoa in that Pyrex bowl weigh? And who commutes by bike with glass containers?


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OK, so this wasn't shaping up to be the most brilliant commute ever. Though my heart was in the right place when I started, I was now carrying both smug and a glass bowl, which is a silly way to be green. I pedaled feeling I could save neither the planet nor myself from my sense of righteousness -- the latter feeling almost as insurmountable as the former. But as I dodged a couple of Subarus in a fender bender that had pulled over into the bike lane (not at all kidding), I noticed prairie dogs and the mountain views and remembered that one of the great things about riding a bike during rush hour traffic is that it requires the rider to be 100 percent in the moment.

And then I got distracted thinking about coffee.

-- Jenn Fields, fields@coloradodaily.com