Tuesday evening I rode 3.7 miles home from work. Wednesday I wimped out. This morning I buckled down and rode/skated to work, and I felt every. single. bump. Every one. Then on my reverse commute I found that indeed it could be worse. I forgot how awesome fun it is to get through this stage!
In other news I climbed Nemesis Hill tonight. It was terrible, but I made it. Truth is, it was much better than going down it this morning. That was scary. I've had scary moments in my life, but skating down an ice-slick on a bike at 25 MPH with cars right behind me and dangerously rutted snow on either side of the wheel track I was riding... One though was screaming through my mind, "STAY VERTICAL!!!". Needless to say, my bike seat was as thin as a dime by the time I reached the bottom.
Kinda makes me wonder, "Why am I doing this?" until I get on the scale and confirm that those love handles are not an illusion.
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