I’m sitting here sipping my green tea. I have finished eating my scone from a local bakery. I know you shouldn’t do that, but I don’t need another sweet treat.
I AM SORE!!! I have ridden somewhere in the neighborhood of 38 to 45 miles today. Some of it was sprinting. I was seriously proud of my ability to keep up with this woman riding her sleek street bike when I was on my MUCH heavier Trek Crosstrainer–WITH a fully loaded basket I might add. I was feeling totally Bad A$$! Pardon the wordy dird, but I was riding a high from that one.
I only had three people try to kill me today. One, however, was a dump truck. Yeah. Talk about scary!! They almost smashed into the car in front of them. Why they just HAD to pass me coming up to a stop sign is beyond me. I still think stuffing my top with rocks sounds tempting, but I have yet to take justice into my own hands. I am valiantly leaving them to Gods judgement; for now.
Don’t be a hatin on me cuz my job takes me ta the beach. Oh, OK. Go ahead and hate on me … I would if I were you.