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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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October 25, 2005

Who are you, and how do you know my name? permalink

bike messenger bike
bike messenger bike
bike messenger bike
Bike Stencils on Broadway
Bike Stencils on Broadway
Bike Stencils on Broadway
I'm riding Pinky home last night, still downtown, when I hear someone call out.

Vicki, your tires! You need to inflate your tires!

Huh? I look over in disbelief. The voice doesn't sound like anyone's I know. The speaker then says:

I own a bike shop.

Huh?

I still have no idea who he was, or how he knew my name. But, thanks, unknown bike shop owner!

I get home, and Sweetie and I go to a new brewpub near by. We walk in, and there's one of my PFit coaches. So I go over to say hi, and she tells me that she found my blog, and what is a blog exactly anyways? We had a great conversation.

Once Sweetie and I have consumed a pitcher of Jubelale, I tell him about the Cask Ale Festival this weekend, and he reminds me that I was planning on walking a half on Sunday. I haven't been training at all for the half, so part of me is like - I have to rethink this. Another part is: you need to do a thirteen miler, why not just do the half. And then there's the ego that says, but I'm not going to PR on this race. I'm probably going to have a lousy slow race time, so I shouldn't sign up at all.

It's clear I need to make a decision. I've been drinking a lot of beer this summer, which I enjoy, but there is a cause and effect there. If I'm going to get serious about walking, I need to really cut back on the beer drinking. Sigh. At least there's still chocolate.

So I did pump up the tires on Sweetie's bike this morning, and had a really nice ride in. But I'm a bit scrambled. For example, I got all the way down the street before I realized that the breeze was going through my hair—damn, my helmet! It's still in the shed! Go back, get helmet. Pass by the church where Katie's funeral will be and start to cry. Start thinking about my other elderly neighbors...

Posted at October 25, 2005

Comments

A quick check of your tires is just by squeezing them. If u are riding a road bike, your tires should not be squeezable. I am guilty of that too. I have a pump that shows the pressure. I try to keep it at 100 PSI.

Posted by: Cliff at October 25, 2005 3:14 PM

Your so popular. It is all that big city living!

Posted by: brit at October 25, 2005 3:49 PM