I went out on my lunch ride today, not because I felt I had to, or because I knew I would feel better afterwards, or so that I could eat a bigger dinner...but because I needed to.
As if there were no other reasonable option.
And then, riding along at the walk-like pace that I have adopted these past few months...it happened.
I wondered what it would feel like to suddenly spring cat like from my pedals. To mash power down and pull it back up. To ride the tailwind at motorized speeds.
I'm not going to push it, but, I think its almost time.
He just has to fix my shifting first...
Last week sometime, I made a dentist appointment for 8:00 this morning. I forgot all about it until Michael just reminded me this evening.
8:00 on a Monday morning? What was I thinking? I'm lucky to remember where I work on a Monday morning much less to remember something as unmemorable as a dentist appointment.
I also forgot that my mom had planned a short visit for yesterday afternoon. Michael and I were just about to drive away on some random errand when my mom pulled into our driveway. Oh, oopsie! Hi Mom.
Not that my mom and dental appointments have anything in common. They don't. Well, except for the guilt about not flossing. And earlier I was a little hard on myself for being so addled and forgetful. But I'm going to call the momma one a fluke, and the 8:00 Monday morning one was just stupid in the first place.
The camera phone was feeling spunky today