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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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July 27, 2005

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It's going to be another scorcher today.

Last night, I got home and got on the exercise bike, and watched the end of the Tour de France. Or at least, the end of the race. I hear Lance talked, but I didn't get that far. It was so unbearably hot in the house that being on the exercycle was kinda pleasant, as it threw hot air at me.

Then I went to pilates. It was hot there too. I was fine til we started doing kneeling exercises—at first I thought, I'll just work through the discomfort. But then I realized that the knee that I scraped on Saturday was bleeding, so enough of that...

Came home, mainlined some water, went to bed.

This morning, I was moving distinctly slow. I got really excited about seeing the end of the TiV0ed Tour de France, where Lance Speaks! But TiV0 must have thought better of it, because it was gone. Gone! I started to feel the tears welling up, and if I wasn't on a medication that keeps me from crying on a daily basis, I would have been bawling. Gone!

It seems silly, doesn't it? I know he won. I saw him cross the finish line, and I saw hours of coverage. I just wanted to see the end. And I didn't!

I should have just got moving, but instead I watched a 30 days on a conservative Christian man going to live with a gay man in the Castro. Boy, again, I could have been bawling. I could have been bawling. It hit home so hard. Especially seeing the PFLAG parents talking about their kids, which seemed to turn a light on for our prototagonist. And I always cry at PFLAG parents—oh, to be accepted as you are, unconditionally! I could just start sobbing!

Somewhere in there, I got the Pretenders' Stop your Sobbing stuck in my head.

I got on the bike, took the books to the library (4 minutes!), and then rode to work on a new route. I switched out of hard gear only for stop signs and stop lights, and I felt great, though completely and entirely covered with sweat by the time I got into work. I forgot to check the odometer to see how far I had gone, but it was nice to have a new route, with new houses, and new cars, and new flowers, and new animals, and yes, new bicyclists.

That's it. Everything's good—I'm just trying to stay outta the sun.

Posted at July 27, 2005

Comments

I still have the final stage on tivo. If I can figure out how to copy it onto a tape, do you want me to send it to you?

Posted by: neca at July 27, 2005 11:40 AM

We also still have the final stage recorded, and can burn DVDs. Let me know if I can help - wouldn't want you to miss out. :)

Posted by: Jessica at July 27, 2005 1:05 PM

I'm so envious of your riding! I'm still chicken, although I've been trying to do some small routes that I feel safe with to help my confidence. Miles and I take the trailer to New Seasons, for instance.

I missed the end of the Tour too, and wanted to cry. *sigh* Hopefully they'll stick it on DVD soon.

Posted by: Cheesepuppet at July 27, 2005 7:46 PM