Is this thing on?
Hey there, wordpress. It’s been a while.
4 years, 8 months, 6 days, 17 hours, 5 minutes and 2 seconds to be exact, but who’s counting?
I’m still riding my bike. I still read books. I still like the color blue. I’m coming back. I promise.
Anyone who reads this blog has probably figured out by now that I have a lot of opinions, I’m pretty firmly in the feminist camp, and I get a bit miffed when guys get some sort of sense of superiority because they happen to have a pee-stick. If you didn’t know that by now, well…now you do.
And there’s a point to knowing that. But first – GAH. It’s been a while in the posting department, because my brain is in full on meltdown mode right now. In fact, I’m writing this blog post because I need a break, since I’ve been reading the same paragraph over and over for the last half hour, and I can’t keep looking at Pinterest and Facebook, because that’s ultimately the opposite of productivity. Writing a blog post at least gets some of the gunk out, or at least I hope it will. Continue reading
While cleaning and reorganizing the office this weekend, I had the brilliant idea to pull out this photo:
Here I am, on my 5th birthday, getting my first bike. Surprisingly, it’s not blue. All the rest of my bikes have been blue. But, I was *supremely* obsessed with Strawberry Shortcake as a kid, to the point that I would ONLY eat strawberry shortcake, as opposed to regular cake. I had strawberry shortcake dolls, figurines, sheets, folders for school, and so on. The only thing that surpassed my love my for Strawberry Shortcake was my love for cats. And obviously, bikes. I loved this bike. Continue reading
First ride in 9 weeks.
Time: 1 hours 12 minutes
Distance: 16.8 miles
Average speed: 13.2 MPH
Ride Rating: 5/5
Maxed out at 22.9 miles/hour, climbed a hill, set the pace for the whole ride, wore a new Twin Six jersey courtesy of my friend (and chiropractor!) Tara, and feeling fine.
Also, saw some deer, got a bit skittish around kids and dogs, and got hit by a bat that was diving for a mosquito. My bike has now rolled over to 381 miles! Watched the sun set, rode in the dark, and got a bug in my eye.
Now I’m at home, about to do some homework, and prep for my long day tomorrow. Next ride: Thursday morning, maybe? Then Friday night? And then, my goal: The Buff Bicycle Classic. I’m telling myself that it’s ok to take it easy going back. When we start the ride, there’s a hell of a hill at the beginning, which just might annihilate my lungs. But, the 35 mile and 50 mile routes follow the same path, with the 50 turning left at 75th street to head up to Loveland and back before meeting back up at the turn south on 75th back to Boulder. If I am feeling it, I’ll go ahead and do the 50, but if I don’t, no big deal. It’s been 9 weeks since I last rode, and I had a broken shoulder. I think anything I do is good. Like riding a horse, it takes time to get back on when you fall off, especially when you fall like I did. And, like my best friend (who is an equestrienne) when you find the thing you love – nothing can keep you off it. So here I go.
I’m back on.
After a crash, you should never, ever wear your helmet again. Before tossing it in the trash, however, take these precautions to ensure no one else uses it either:
1. Mark the surface to indicate damage
2. Cut the straps
3. Remove the liner
See below for my disposal pics. We are remodeling our office this weekend, so I determined it was time to say goodbye.
(Insert obligatory comment about the time since last post, apology and promise to be more prompt, etc etc.)
I’ve been insanely busy.
Doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about blogging though, because I have been. I just haven’t done anything about it. I get into this cycle where I want to post something important, and relevant, and meaningful, and then I overwhelm myself, and decide to go do something on my to do list. Unfortunately, that means writing a blog post (which *is* on my to-do list) gets moved way way way down the list.
But, I’m going to do it today. First, here are some things I’ve been pondering, in list form: Continue reading
60 minutes, about 13 mph average, while watching the Olympics opening ceremony thanks to OnDemand.