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So I was going to get up and go for a bike ride this morning until Mike mentioned that it was pretty windy outside.
And because I’m such a docile and submissive wife (insert scoff and snicker), I listened to him.
I headed over to Sanitas for a morning hike. Here’s a quick video that suggests it was the right decision.
The other day, Mike and I were riding our bikes when a guy carrying a long stick carelessly walked out in front of him.
Thankfully, Mike has cat-like reflexes and was able to deftly swerve and miss the pedestrian.
Despite the catastrophe’s avoidance, Mike was about to verbalize his considerable irritation in this man’s direction, when he realized what the guy’s stick was for.
He was blind.
Oops.
I was super pissed this morning when a squirrel ran out in front of me while I was on my bike.
“You wretched little animal!” I thought. “You almost made me crash!”
Now that I’ve had most of the day to think about it and consider the fact that I almost squished, flattened and killed that little squirrel, I’ve come to the conclusion that he was probably a whole lot more pissed about our encounter than I was.
And perhaps rightly so.
It’s a little bit irritating when a person with a bike sticker on their car almost runs me over (twice!) while I’m on my bike.
On an early morning bike ride yesterday, I saw a woman running. And she was running fast!
Which made me think: Wow. She’s running faster of her own volition that I would be running if I was being chased by a bear.
A couple days ago, I noticed something black in Mike’s teeth.
I looked at him more closely, a bit confused. I knew he hadn’t recently eaten a kiwi fruit or a poppy seed muffin.
So I looked again.
And I noticed a couple of wings jutting out from what I now realized was an ebony body.
Augh. A bug.
I gasped, thoroughly grossed out, and pointed out the protein he had lodged between two of his teeth.
“Oh,” he laughed. “That’s how you know I’m a happy biker.”
Touché.