She don’s her spandex water wicking bike clothes and hops on the back of her favorite Italian bike … ahhhhh. How do I spell relief? R.I.D.E. M.Y. B.I.K.E. with M.I.K.E. 😀
Life’s good when I can jump on my bike and ride. With each peddle my troubles begin to fly off my mind as if they were stuck to my body with a sticky note. It is probably the endorphins that just drown out my concerns. It is my drug of choice … way better than alcohol or zanax (this is the only drug I have ever tried, and only with a prescription–I know, I know I need to dial my wild woman down a notch). The only side affect of bike riding is a tad bit of maniacal hunger; a great big smile; a great mood; nice muscle form in your legs and rumpass; and a serious addiction for more of the same.
Today’s post is going to be short and sweet … cuz I am gonna try to get back on my favorite drug of choice … I think I need to for my weigh in tomorrow. 😀
Blessings …… S