The number one sign you’ve sat in front of the computer playing Civilization V all winter is when you try to ride a bike for a mile and a half, on a flat road, and spectacularly crash (my energy for life) and burn (all my muscles) after only a third of the distance.
To be fair to myself, I hadn’t eaten since four hours before at 7:30 AM when I had a protein shake, lots of water, and about three cups of iced coffee. Next, the real problem is that I can’t work a garage bike pump properly and two blocks into my ride, happily dressed like I actually exercise and inspiring music in my ears; the tires were halfway deflated and every single pump felt like torture. It was too late to turn back, besides I knew not too far away at the gas station was an air thingy.
Well I never made it past the gas station. When I got there, everything hurt. My legs hurt, my chest hurt, my arms were shaking but that might have been the butt-ton of coffee. My husband generously offered to come get me, and I graciously accepted. I looked so pathetic sitting there with water bottles, spilled quarters and an ‘I’ve given up on life’ expression that a nice lady asked if I was okay and if I needed a ride anywhere. To top it off when we got in the car and went to pull out, a plump little old lady rode by on the exact same type of bike as mine and waved merrily. I think there’s animals that are better at bicycles.
It’s been a tough time for me. I’ve heard things like ‘Pull yourself together woman’, and ‘You just need to ride it regularly’. I’m ripping up my to-do list today, I have to recuperate. On the bright side my husband said I looked good in my ‘workout’ gear, so it wasn’t a TOTAL loss 😀