I'm not exactly a biker chick
So I went for a bike ride today. It wasn't my first of the season, but I went with a friend who is, as it turns out, in rather better shape than I am. Plus, he has a way cooler bike than mine. I know that sounds lame, but it's really true. And I'll admit it, he's just a better and more experienced cyclist. I don't know what I was thinking.
But still.
If I were more sensitive and/or vain I would be feeling completely humiliated right now. Fortunately I do have a sense of humor a lot of the time, and scraped elbows & knees and bruised thighs will certainly heal. But I am feeling horribly out of shape and old and fat and dammit I'm not going to let that stand. Well, OK, I guess I'll still be sort of middle-aged even if I get into better shape, and I've never been what you'd call skinny no matter how fit I get, but you know what I mean.
I'm giving myself two weeks of riding alone every day to be able to at least keep up with my pal, more or less. And until the end of the summer to buy a better bike and kick his ass.
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This post is about riding bicycles, not motorcycles, yes??
Yes, I guess I should have been more explicit that it is about bicycles, not motorcycles. I don't actually ride motorcycles myself, though I'd like to.
Just for the record though, even if I did have a really cool motorcycle some people would still just kick my ass. You know who you are.
I grew up in a very flat place (Minneapolis) and commuted by bike to the University of Minnesota off & on for a few years. It was a beautiful ride with a nice stretch right along the river road. Where I live now is quite hilly (to this flatlander at least) and it seems like everywhere I go it's uphill both ways. Of course, an optimist might point out that it's also downhill both ways. I've never been much of an optimist about things like that though.
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