The Bike: It's a LOVE - HATE relationship

THE BIKE HONEYMOON-

So I went out for a ride on my sister's sweet road bike (yes, I still have yet to buy my own - I am the queen moocher) on Wed and had a great ride. I mean the wind was in my hair (or at least my helmet), my legs were pumping out the miles, there was no baby trailer dragging behind so I actually moved along the trail, the seat was (well.....this is a list of positive things isn't it?), and my ipod was cranking. In fact, I was having such a great time out there that I'm yelling (my earphones were turned up really loud, so I have no doubt I was totally yelling) "hello", "good morning", " great day for a workout - huh?" and stuff like that to tons of people. (Couldn't hear one reply...earphones remember...)

Anyway, you know me. I get pumped up and start just jamming to my music. (Yeah, I have like 4 mixes and they are pretty much the same artists and some songs even overlap but I LOVE THEM. They are my power mixes. My aerobics class is so sick of them, and we start back tomorrow from a summer break and yeah, still haven't made any new mixes...ooops.) BUT ANYWAY, so I'm jamming to the music and when I say jamming I mean I'm riding the bike and all but I'm still playing the drums with my hands and every once in a while I will ride with no hands (and emily still trusts me...?). So this one time, Kelly Clarkston is singing Breakaway (I love me some Kelly while I sweat) and she says "I spread my wings and I learn how fly." Well, of course I do what any normal person would do when they are biking really hard, burning millions of calories, sweating out gallons or salty water, and zipping down a narrow wooded (ok paved) trail. I spread my wings. I shot boths hands out to side really fast and really wide and I may have even looked up toward the sky...not sure, but probably. But RIGHT THEN, this totally old dude. A biker. So old that if he was in a triathlon and they put his age on his calf it would have enough digits there to wrap around to the front of his leg - passes me on the left. But only AFTER HE SWERVES ALL SPASTIC LIKE TO MISS MY FLAILING ARMS!!! It was so hilarious!!! I am laughing so hard right now just remembering it and typing it for you!!! Luckily he thought it was funny too. He was shaking his head and smiling and laughing. I know he had to have seen me jamming/flailing while he was riding behind me. But seriously. I almost really took him out. AND he was cruising!!! I mean he flew by me. When I am his age, I just hope to be able to drive that fast. It was so funny. I laughed out loud for over a mile (he was way long gone by then). I laughed until I reached the hill. Then nothing was funny.


So that is my love story for the bike.

HONEYMOON IS OVER!!-

Can I tell you that Saturday when we had our BIKE/RUN BRICK. I was HATING (that is a harsh word I know and that is why I am USING IT HERE!!) life. I was back on Bessie. Yes, Bessie Rides Again! If you remember Bessie...there have to be pictures of her on here somewhere...she is a totally sweet, and totally heavy cruiser bike. She enjoys long rides on the boardwork, pina coladas, and sunsets. She does not however enjoy being ridden like crazy and trying to keep up with her skinny-minnie companions. She hates it so much that she just refuses to do it. So anyway, I biked Bessie for 45 minutes and then we ran. I thought I would really not leave that workout without at least one session of puking. I didn't but I sure wanted to. Oh, and I didn't even mention the chaffing! --OUCH!

Dang triathlon! Who's idea was this anyway!?!?