The stars aligned and the sun came up and I had no excuse for not riding with my husband. The truly sad thing is that I can make all kinds of excuses for NOT riding. And you know what? They sound great in my head. They sound great when I am mumbling them from the bed. They sound whiny when I repeat them later in the day. This whole biking thing is forcing me to realize that there are some things about myself that I don't like. I will list them for you:
1. I am a whiner and sometimes I like it.
2. My excuses are best mumbled into a pillow. I need to get more creative
3. My gluteous maximus ___________ (you can fill in the blank here...hurts, is big, etc).
4. I am impulsive. Remember? Signing up to ride 27 miles was totally an impulse.
5. I like air conditioning. (I don't really hate that about myself, but it seemed to fit in the list).
But, I've also discovered some cool new things. I will list them for you too:
1. Lots of people have very interesting yard art. When you are driving a car, you are going too fast to notice. I always wondered who bought all those cement figures when I passed their lots. Now I know. They are my neighbors. (BTW, just in case you are interested, angels are the most popular.) Ooooh, maybe I'll start a cement yard art tally. "Today was an 18 angel, 1 rabbit, 4 lion, and 2 turtle kind of day." Would that interest anyone?
2. Biker shorts are made to be worn without undergarments. My first thought was "Really? Oh no, I need all the padding I can get!" But, since you can be on the bike for long amounts of time and undergarments can sometimes bunch and wad, it kinda makes sense. In a gross kind of way.
3. I found a new cool app for my iPhone that tells YOU when I ride. Maybe, just maybe, it will inspire a few things. I could feel accountable to you, my reading public, to actually exercise. You might decide, if a fat mom can ride, you can too. I might raise money that helps to find a cure for diabetes. (Just imagine, my riding would put the research account just over the top and they would be able to Bam!, find a cure, and then they would want to recognize me...They would bring me up on a stage with my bike, and I would thank YOU, my loyal public, and then I would bow and look down and suddenly realize that I am on stage in biker shorts and no underwear under (of course) and be totally embarrassed that I am a fat biker mom on stage in front of everyone and it would be all YOUR fault for not encouraging me to ride more.) See it??? A major motion picture in the works...