June 24, 2010 By april
So. I’m just going to be honest. The last two weeks have sucked my ass. Well sort of. As far as cycling goes, it has.
The last time we spoke, geese chased me, and while I’ve seen no sign of those little bastards lately, other problems have surfaced.
First, I’ve been battling allergies and a summer cold. I was able to ride when my cold first reared its ugly head, but then the congestion moved to my chest….right in time for my beach trip. I was super bummed about this because I was excited about riding my bike at the beach. Our house was right on the ocean road, and the ride would have been amazing. Instead, I was cooped up with the chest cold from hell.
By the time I got back, I felt well enough to ride again, but the week off from riding had done its damage. I was back to square one as far as my time. And to add insult to injury, I only had 7 miles in me instead of the 10 I was hoping for.
This week, I’ve ridden three times, and I’m ready to throw my bike in the river that I ride next to. (Funny image, no? Grown woman slings bike into river. Hammer throw style.) The front wheel is lose again and the back brakes have decided they’re not going to work anymore. So, not only have I been fighting the what’s left of my cold, I’m fighting my stupid bike. (How rude after the nice makeover I’ve given it.)
I realize the bike is old, and this sport will require a bit of maintenance but good lord, give me a break here, bike.
Oh, and just let me mention that the humidity here is about 10,000%, so by the time I’m done with my piddly 7 miles, I am soaked, and my lungs are begging me to stop.
I know I need to give myself a break and just go with it for a bit, but I long to be fast again. I’m tired of fighting my body and my bike.
Oh well…I guess the key is to just keep pedaling. Even if it is all Dory style.