Remember how I’m now going for bike rides over my lunch break twice a week? Most couples who get together over lunch go to a nice restaurant to snarf down yummy burgers while discussing their day and the kids and plans for the weekend. Not us. We prefer to try to kill ourselves with a bicycle and lots of hills. Aren’t we fun?
I’d like to say the bike rides are getting easier. But that would be a total lie. I think my IM conversation with Carolyn says it all.
Me (2:09:20 PM): Ok, these bike rides are really kicking my ass.
Me (2:09:33 PM): Lee comes home barely sweating and I’m on the verge of death.
Carolyn (2:10:01 PM): that ain’t good
Me (2:10:10 PM): no its not
Me (2:10:14 PM): I’m a total wimp
Me (2:11:13 PM): I just noticed I have a cut on my leg
Carolyn (2:11:23 PM): from the bike ride?
Me (2:11:24 PM): apparently my legs are so numb from the bike ride I didn’t even feel a cut
Me (2:12:27 PM): I guess I’ll never be a trainer on Biggest Loser
Carolyn (2:12:42 PM): not going to turn into Jillian or Kim??
Me (2:13:11 PM): no i don’t think I’ll be very motivating lying on the ground, gasping for breath with my tongue hanging out
Carolyn (2:13:35 PM): lol
On today’s bike ride I had to stop, walk my bike up a hill and then sit on the curb to rest for a few minutes. Lee said, “Don’t sit down.” I gave him the look of death and said, “I have to. I have asthma.” But I did get back up and I made it all the way home. Barely.
In my defense we went up a heck of a lot more hills this time. I’ve decided I hate hills. Whose idea was it to put hills in town? We live in the great plains for goodness sake. Curse you hills.
After I got home I got a big glass of water and tried to make my way down to my desk. Only my legs were having nothing to do with those stairs. I nearly fell with each step. My legs were like rubber. I seriously considered crawling backwards like the kids did when they first learned to walk.
Yes, my name is Christine and I’m a total wimp.