Kelly and I get together a couple times a year for a ride. Real cyclists do this several times a week, which would imply that we are not real cyclists. This assumption would be correct, as evidenced by my very nerdy bike-fanny pack. But I love it and it's staying put.
we do love to move, we love to be outside, we love the smooth ride on the bike and the wind at our backs. It's worth it even if it is just a couple of times a year.
Somehow I managed a bike ride without chocolate. I'm not sure how this happened, but rest assured, this mistake will not be repeated. I could not, however, manage a ride without the mind stirring conversation that a good cycling partner adds. Mr. Workman tells me that I just want to talk about my feelings until the breath's gone out of me. Probably right. But it's just fine with Kelly because she gives me a lot to to think about.