On memorial day Sam decided it was time to fix up his bike (flat tires) and start riding his bike to work. I was quite skeptical this would occur becausea. his work is 7 miles away, which doesn't seem that far, but its all uphill and for someone who hasn't done much cardio in the last while, that is far.
b. Sam can't even make it work on time driving in a car, so riding a bike is not going to help his punctuality at all, and
c. Sam always tells me about his bright ideas and only a small percentage of them actually occur.
He has proved me wrong. The bike rides have happened twice. The first time he almost died of exhaustion, got passed by some old people, and was super late to work (I still say he should have trained a little better). The second time he had to call me for a ride home because he got a flat tire. Apparently there were some thorns in the road and decided it would be smart to run them over.
His bike will probably stay in the trunk for weeks before he fixes the tire. I wonder if there will ever be a third ride?
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When I saw the title to this post, I was like, what? that girl is crazy!! I am glad it wasn't you riding a bike with just havin' a baby and all... YIKES! :) Just sayin'...
p.s. good luck, Sam! :)
Sam should have Clyde in the bike trailer; he's very encouraging when we go up big hills. Although sometimes he asks why we're going so slow and I say that it's because I'm tired and he tells me HE'S not tired.
keep at it; just think how smug you can feel as you weave in and out of all those polluting, energy hogging, cardiovascular collapsing icons of american madness.
think of the pioneers--what would they do?
and most of all, think of how you will tell Bailey 25 years or so from now, "when I was your age I rode a bike to work, and here you are complaining that your portable jet pack is last year's model"
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