I went for a lovely bike ride yesterday. It was gorgeous weather, and I enjoyed the hell out of riding on the twisty paved path through the pretty trees. The birds were chirping, there was a cool breeze, and I was able to clear my mind of the awful goings on from last week and just be. So delightful. I biked for about 12 miles and when I finished, I was prepared to just walk my bike up the hill to my apartment. Then, I made a last minute decision to bike through a parking lot to bypass the major roads so I could bike just a little bit more.
This is probably a good time to mention that I have bike shoes that clip onto the pedals. You have to twist your foot to get your shoe unattached, which I have never had a problem doing-except for this one time. I slowed to a stop to wait for cars to pass so that I could turn left. And for some insane reason, my foot just didn’t do what it was supposed to do. It’s like I had a brain fart and couldn’t remember how to release my shoe. so I keeled over onto the road in front of a bunch of cars and humans. Which was pretty classy, I think. Anyway, I got this as a souvenir:
I woke up bruised and aching this morning, and was making a new kind of crinkle noise in my knee. Presumably from the running I’ve been doing. Well, that’s what I’m gonna blame it on, anyway. Additionally, after all this exercising I’ve been doing (nearly every day for the past month) I weighed myself to have the little Wii guy tell me that I hadn’t lost a single damn pound. WTF, body? I didn’t expect a huge difference, but a LITTLE one would have been nice. On the plus side, I’ve got more energy than I’ve had in a long time.
Onwards and upwards and all that jazz. Meh.