In a Cycling Slump

I feel like a huge dork, that's obviously nothing new, hence my name. I haven't commuted at all this week on Gertrude, my bike. I had my research class this Tues. and as much as I enjoy discussing research, it just really wears me out and then some. I've scoped out some hills in my neighborhood that I want to check out this weekend and maybe crash on. I've fallen twice so far. It's the bizarrest thing. When I fall, my first thought isn't am I okay? My first thought is who saw me? Then I just laugh really hard.

The mornings are getting colder and I think I may have to break down and get arm warmers as well as leg warmers. I just cringe at the idea of leg warmers. I can't help but think of the movie Flash Dance, except I don't look like that hot chick. Lol!!

Epilogue to a 50 year old beat my ass on a hill: I found out that the guy was actually 64. I am in awe!! I want to do that when I'm 64. I mean, really, how cool is that!! To be 64 and kicking some thirty year old's butt on a hill. That is frekkin' sweet! Dude!!

OMG!! A 50 something year old can beat my ass on hills!!!

So I've been commuting to my job on a regular basis with my bike. Don't get me wrong there have been times when I've only biked to work maybe once during the week, but I really do try. On the weekends I have a group of people which I like to ride with. Hey, I'm new at this stuff and I need all the help I can get. Well last week, I kind of stuck my foot in my mouth with our instructor. He was trying to prepare us for this "hill". We get on the "hill" and I want to laugh. What he was calling a "hill" I was calling a mere bump in the road. So he showed me a hill today. Damn! Can I just tell you this hill nearly kicked my ass and then some? I was frekkin' weazing on this hill! I couldn't even effectively yell, "Car back!". I felt like Fat Albert on the bike going up this hill. There were times in which I was pondering whether I should just stop and walk ole Gerdie up the hill, but then when some SUVs came kinda close, I decided to scrap that idea. Needless to say I was in my lowest granny gear. It was really really sad. Not only that, but my ride instructor for today is about 20 years older than me- easily. And to make myself feel even better about this whole situation, he wasn't even in his lowest granny gear.

On a positive note however, I didn't quite. I kept going. Even though I really really wanted to stop, I kept going. Needless to say, I talked my instructor into having another ride next weekend. I daresay, he may pick some more rides with hills. If anything, it will motivate me to bike more to work this week.

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