Every year I try to ride my bike more. This year I've hit a new record because I'm trying to ride to work once a week, which is about 20 km round trip.
If my mind could project it's thoughts to you as I ride, this is what yesterday's ride would have sounded like on my way home.
I'm so glad to be out in the fresh air instead of sitting in a car. 30 degrees in September!
I didn't have to find a parking spot this morning.
Gloria had to arrive at 6:30 am to find a spot today.
I left the house at 7:00.
Isn't this great?
I could lose my butt if I keep this up.
OOo, look at that guy's calves. Maybe mine will be that muscular one day.
I don't want bigger calves. I'll limit my riding to one day.
Then I won't lose my butt though. I'll always be the fat lady who looks silly on a bike.
I wonder if I should have gotten a wider seat.
It's pretty cool that the bike shop has a special "sit bone" measuring tool. Who'd want to measure ladies' butts as part of their jobs?
I'm glad he thought my butt was meant for the narrow seat, not the old lady seat.
Mmmm, apples. Must be an apple tree nearby.
Does everything think of fall when they smell apples?
Ew, now I smell sewage. Or worms.
Is that how my laundry smells when it's on the line? Nope, it's different somehow. Not good.
I haven't killed any fish with my laundry detergeant for about 3 years. Aren't I good? I'm a treehugger. Not using any gas to get to work, using soap nuts for my laundry.
But I don't hang my laundry anymore. I won't blog about that failure.
Where do soap nuts grow anyway?
I hate it when people ruin the fresh air by smoking. Look at that guy.
Mmm, it smells like my Opa.
Or Uncle Jim. I love Drummond tobacco.
Uncle Jim looks just like my Dad.
It was good to see them at the reunion this summer.
If I keep squinting into the sun, I'm going to look like this by the time I'm 45.
Wow, I've only ridden halfway.
124 - 106 = 20 something. No, 18. Is that right?
118 - 111 = 7 That's only 25 blocks so far.
I should figure out the halfway point because I do this every time.
Water. Water would be good. Maybe at the next red light.
Cars keep stopping to let me go. I need to stop for water.
Aw, that's cute. I should take a picture of Gemma's Lending Library sometime.
Michelle and I used to have a library.
No one used it. I need to get rid of those Star Trek books.
My butt hurts. How far do I have to go? 165 - 142. That's a long way still.
Oh, come on! Cross the street so I can go! Can't you see my butt hurts?
So hot! So hot!
Squinting again. Relax. Better.
I wish I were in my van with a comfy seat.
Look at those people, cruising along with air conditioning.
Why did I bike today?
If it snows tomorrow, I can stop biking to work. That's possible.
Ow. That pothole was pretty huge.
I remember the speed bumps when I was in labour. Did those hurt more?
I think my lady parts are bruised. This is not a good seat. I want an old lady, cushy seat.
Almost home. At least the rest is not against the wind.
I'm driving tomorrow.
I don't think my butt can take this seat two days in a row.
Yay! Home! Gimme a Mr. Freezie!
Wasn't that fun? Aren't you glad you can't always see what's in my mind? It's a big mess in there.