I have a bike. Up until two days ago, it was buried behind a mountain of Costco buy-in-bulk purchases in the garage. On Monday, I dug it out. My legs wobbled at the thought of mounting it. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything more physical than walking from the pantry to the refrigerator.
It really is a shame that my bike has been sitting idle because I have an awesome bike! Meet the Electra Gigi 3i:
How cute is she? After dusting Gigi off, reinflating the tires, and digging out my helmet, I set off.
I had downloaded the app MapMyRide to my iPhone and earlier that day, I had come up with a route that was 4.5 miles long. I was not sure I could make it. I really thought I might be giving the boyfriend a call to swing by with his pick-up truck somewhere around the halfway point. I’m pleased to report that I made the whole 4.5 mile ride. I kick butt, suckas! Yesterday, I went out again and repeated my success, though the wind was blowing like a son of gumdrop and I thought I was stationary at one point despite the fact that I was pedaling like a fool.
Today is day three of my fruit detox. I really would like to down a loaf of bread and a jar of Skippy right about now, but I will make it to the end of the day. My will power is strong.