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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Bike Riding

Story #1:The last Wednesday night in August, Krissy and I got the urg to go on a bike ride. By the time we finally did get out to riding it was getting darker so we ran down to Target. There was a generator headlight and tail light. To make a long story shorter, the generator didn't work and was a pain to put on. Once we got going, I was riding my brother's Roadie and she was riding my sister's Coast King (it's old and has issues that could be fixed but haven't). Due to the differences in bike size, person size, and gear ratios, Krissy was behind a little. Also the Coast King takes some getting used to. We switched bikes and were able to keep a steady pace together... until one of the pedals on the Coast King fell off. Thankfully I had noticed it and were heading back but we were still at A street and Normal Blvd. We made it back to the house in pretty good time considering half of the time I was propelling myself in a scooter type fashion and the other half I was riding with one pedal. It was a feat and by the time we got back Krissy was laughing so hard she was having a hard time controling the bike. I can confidently say I got my exercise that evening and also worked muscles that are not used to that. Good laughs and memories, right?
Story #2: Yesterday we got another hankering to get out of Lincoln or just do something because of the weather- gray and drizzly. So we finally settled on riding our bikes to Pioneers. Yes to Pioneers in the rain. We called a friend to see if he wanted to come. His initial reaction was a "are you two nuts?!" kind of reaction. The funny part was after convincing him I had some water proofish pants, he agreed. So the three of us rode down to Pioneers in the drizzle and rain and no rain and were able to get back in time for V2. To explain that phenominum- we left his house at 440 and got back at 705 and got to V2 by 735. We all had mud stripes up our back and back side, were a tish wet from without and within our coats, and were all plesantly worked out. It was good to get out and realize that I might just be able to make it through the CABL Triathalon again this year. I should train but don't, I should get running shoes but won't, and I should be worried about surviving but am not. This is my third Triathalon without training, I'll be fine. Hopefully....

2 Comments:

Blogger Angela said...

awesome stories. i love the old coast king. too bad he's falling apart.

i feel that i commented on this blog yesterday, but maybe not. anyway. love you.

9/20/2006 4:48 PM  
Blogger Joe said...

Well, technically it is a bit crazy to go riding in the rain. But then... I haven't made a claim on sanity in years ;).

-Joe

9/25/2006 7:57 PM  

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