I just took my bike out for the first ride of the year. Wow. A real bike is much different than a spin bike. I mean, there are curbs and intersections and car accidents and dogs who want to eat your face and stupid people who act like they own the trail.
Hey lady, you're walking and I'm on a bike. I WILL run you over if you look me in the eye and refuse to move from the middle of the path. I don't like wiping out in rocks, I'm not as nice as my smile would lead you to believe, and it wouldn't hurt you to pick up the pace.
I still rocked it, though. And I kicked the ass of that hill that gave me so much trouble last year. I even stopped at the top, pumped my fists in the air Rocky-style and
yelled panted, "I DID IT!" to the amusement of another lady who was NOT hogging the path. She seemed as proud of me as I was. She was cool.
When I got home I tried using a map to figure out how far I went but it was too hard. Let's call it 8 miles, at least until I get an odometer. Also, if anyone cares, I want a bike odometer for my birthday. And a basket so I can take the cats for a ride and carry books home from the library.
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