Monday, September 20, 2010

It's always something.....

  On Sunday I rode my bike to the grocery store. Earth shattering news, I know. My neighborhood is still on lock down and I need some ricotta cheese for my lasagna.

 Unfortunately for me, and everyone who knows me, I'm one of THOSE people. You know the ones, by golly if life gives me lemons I'm going to make lemonade and share it with my friends!

  If I can't drive to the store, I'll ride my bike. I was excited, do my shopping and exercise at the same time. Look at me! Multi tasking! I felt oh so very European riding my bike to the store. How fun! Isn't this great! Not only am I getting exercise but I'm saving the planet.

I thought I was gonna die! ( which makes me think of Rosanne Rosannadana every time I say it) I bought my bike two years ago and the two of us are only faintly acquainted, but still, anyone can ride a bike.

I am usually fairly active, this summer however, I have been a sloth. No exercising, no walking, very little yard work. I only got off the couch to refill my wine glass. Riding a bike after being sedimentary for months is not a good idea.

 I am also a smoker, I know, I know, I've been trying to quit forever, not working out, yet! So I rode my bike approximately 11 million miles to the store, ( it was only two, but still) when I got there I was afraid.

My thighs were burning, my lungs were screaming and my girlie bits were ready to go on strike in spite of the expensive seat on my bike. How in the hell am I gonna get home?

 I pulled my bike up to the bike lock thingy and looked longingly at the air conditioned grocery store. I wanted to be in there so badly but I wasn't sure my legs could support my weight. I held onto the bike for a very long time after I got off of it, willing the muscles in my legs to come back.

Eventually I was able to walk into the store. I walked around much longer than was necessary trying to pep talk myself into getting back on that bike. I almost called Mo to come get me. What's a little driving through someones yard when your mother is in need?

 I got back on that bike and talked to  myself through the whole ride home, I can do this, I can do this. I have to admit on my other shoulder was my evil twin reminding me that I was going to die a slow and painful death for putting her though this.

 I was almost home when I go to the LDS church. There was a young woman leaving church on her bike. Church dress and all. As she rode away, purple dress flapping in the wind I could hear the music from Wizard of Oz, you know, when the witch is on her bike. So I laughed the rest of the way home.

 Now here is Rosanne Rosannadanna telling you why you should never quit smoking or exercise. I love her!


  1. I am glad you made it home afterall. Exercising sometimes is a bit of a task. Everyone feels that way once in a while. But it is what we've got to do.
    Love the post Carol!

  2. Oh, dear God. Next, I expect to hear that you tried to have a dinner party with the lasagna, but everyone had to bike in for dinner 'cause your road is still closed and then someone needed an ambulance from the stress.

    Are you crazy? Are you EVER gonna do that again without supervision? (IE: Mo following you)


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