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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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September 16, 2005

Hard-core! permalink

Canna lily
The cats are wound up

Here's the short version.

Riding Sweetie's Townie 24 home was sweet! I was still slow going up hills, but I was going up them! And when I got back home, I didn't feel like I needed to lie down for the next 45 minutes. I also made it home 5 minutes faster.

Pilates: yucky. I was achey and tired and just felt exhausted during and afterwards.

This morning I rode in. (Of course) I had asked Sweetie if I could borrow his bike again, and he agreed, and then I noticed that it was raining. Not hard, but still. Since his bike has no fenders, I made the easy decision: ride pinky. And so I did. I love my basket, I love my bell, I love my shiny chrome fenders.

By the time I got into work, I felt hard-core! Yeah! You couldn't wipe the grin off my face. So much so that I sent the Talk Like a Pirate message to all my coworkers. I'm waiting for the fallout, but so far, nothing.

Posted at September 16, 2005

Comments

Then again, having that muddy wet streak splattered up your back is the sign of a true biker. :)

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at September 18, 2005 7:27 AM