Trying to think of a Halloween costume by Saturday night is now causing me the same level of anxiety I used to experience when I procrastinated on writing papers and was at a loss for an introduction. This is ridiculous.
I am open to suggestions here. Don’t mistake the Anonymous comment filter as an invitation to be creepy, though.
I’m not sure that I’m cut out for cycling, guys.
I finally stopped weaselling out of riding the trails with Marc today. After barely half a mile of driving up a very gradual incline, my legs stopped being legs and became logs of pain affixed to my torso. I stopped frequently and wussily, declaring the trip agonizing nearly every time I could muster the breath and we ultimately scrapped it just short of the two and a half miles to which I don’t remember agreeing. I was an asshole about it, sullen and “no touchies” until the downhill drive back. Viewers could have cheered for Marc when he accidentally(?) adjusted my seat too high, causing my calf to seize and knocking me off the trail, the demise of a wicked witch. I loved the return trip, breezing the baffling amount of sweat off my face (no, seriously- people shouldn’t be able to sweat that much out of their face) and getting a feeling in my legs that told me I would probably be able to walk again. Still, I wonder: is this normal for someone who hasn’t driven a bike in fifteen years? Is everyone else less of a baby?
Be honest. I can take it.