Whelp, as DANGER GIRL has already pointed out...We biked our asses off last week.
I would like to take this opportunity to expound a little more.
When we started this adventure the thought behind it was,
Stick it to the man!!! And, hey! we'll get in shape while we do it!!
So far we have been successful in all of our endeavours. I have only had to fill up my gas tank about3 times since the beginning of the summer! and I've lost some weight too!
However, WE (I have decided) are total gluttons for punishment.
20 miles one day... What? 50 the next?
I have taken to riding on the weekends and we recently added an extra leg to our journey in the morning.....All just to log a little more time spent on our bikes.
I am a biking junky.
I can relate it to the crackheads we occasionally pass on the trail. Or, even better! The bum we saw rummaging through the old, dank 40's under the park bench and then drinking the remnants... EwwWWWww!
If a day passes that my hair is not dampened and my back isn't running with sweat I feel like I'm missing my fix.
But yet, on the other hand... While I am in the midst of my biking adventures I am constantly lamenting, "Why? Why? Why, do I do this to my self?"
(Normally this happens when I'm going up an especially challenging hill.)
DANGER GIRL never fails to remind me that, Yes, in fact we are gluttons.
This brings me back to the point of being a junkie. What is it about human nature that drives us to such self assailing punishment? Before I started biking the only thing I got really excited about was drinking beer at WILLS PLACE, Camping and building fires.
Now, it's like I've stuck the needle in and am starting to loose my teeth cause I'm so addicted.
I've lately found my self worrying about what I'll be doing in the winter. I imagine trudging out in the snow to the shed where my bike will be stored and dreaming longingly of the time we can be together again. I even agonize that the time spent apart will be too much and I will lose interest all together...
I have got to find something to replace this compulsion to bike when the snow flies!
HELP ME PEOPLE!!!
If you can't.....You very well may see me on the side of the road, eating bum food and drinking from half empty beer bottles this winter. AND, if you do, don't you dare try to stop me!
I'm just trying to get over missing my bike.
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Hey! Think about more sex instead of biking! Well, I guess it would have to be a LOT more sex. Bum food did't look all that bad the other day. I Love weiners you know! However, the whole drinking left over liquid in the bottom of an old 40 may lead to some sort of intervention, but we'll see. With the way winters have been going over the last few years we should be able to ride well into November! :) Just think, we can shop for a whole new set of clothes, cool bike gear, and continue to gain much joy in sticking it too the man while gaining some sort of points for the after-life by self-inflicting missery upon ourselves.
misery with two s's is just THAT much more miserable!
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