Monday, January 24, 2011

And for Dessert I Had THESE Words.......

Yesterday I argued with myself long and hard about whether or not to ride my bike. It was the first decent weather day we've had in three weeks, and I was eager to get back on the bike. Still cold, but not raining/snowing/sleeting/freezing rain, so that's an improvement already. I went outside and tested the temperature, and it was okay.

I made all kinds of excuses NOT to ride. It isn't that riding is hard; it's just that I have a hard time motivating myself to DO it.

I had made some bread in the bread machine, and it had another hour. Oh darn, I have to wait for it to get finished.

Then I had to eat some of it.

Then I had to fold some clothes.

Then I had to play Super Mario Brothers on the Wii. (I FINALLY got through World 2. Stop laughing at me.)

Then I noticed that the sun was shining brightly.

"That's it," I said, "I'm going to ride."

I got the bike ready, got dressed, filled up my water bottles, prepared the GPS.

And that was the last time I saw the sun.

But I still rode. I did a total of 23 miles, and it felt good. That's not at all what this post is about.

I was on the road near my school when I saw a group of cyclists at the end of a road off to my left. (That's a kick-ass road they had just come up. I avoid it like the plague when I'm on my bike.) They were at a stop sign, talking and drinking water. As I sailed past, I yelled to them, "Looks like I'm winning!"

Oh Bragger.

Right after the words were out of my mouth, I realized my error. After they turned on the road I was on, they would get to the stop sign at my school. And because my school is on a very busy highway, the only logical direction for any cyclists worth their salt to go in would be straight. The direction I was going.

Sure enough, before I got to the end of that road, I heard "On your left!" And they went breezing past me and out of sight, not even working hard. Will I EVER learn to keep my mouth shut?

On the plus side, I never saw them again. They were probably home watching the Packers-Bears game before I ever got to the golf course.

On another plus side, Hubby was just getting in his truck when I pedaled up THAT DAMN HILL to the golf course. I had texted him to let him know I was on the way, but for the first time in the history of mankind (or since the last time he did it), he left his cell phone at home.

1 comment:

DJan said...

That's pretty funny. Good on ya for finally getting out there, even if you brought along those made-for-eating words. Good story, well told. I smiled a lot.