Eeek! I forgot to publish my running post last week, so you’ll be getting 2 posts on my progress this week. I’m so sorry, y’all, but life got a bit hectic, and my organizational skills have been lacking (no surprise, there).
I’m not going to tell a lie. Nope, I just can’t do it. I feel like we have a close relationship, so I’m going put my big girl panties on and tell y’all the truth.
I didn’t run this week. Gasp! I know, and I feel really, really bad about it. I chose to bike, instead.
Now, I’m fairly new to biking, but I really enjoy it. I did about 15 miles on the bike this week. My Aunt and I rode last Sunday, and my brother and I rode this past Friday and Saturday. I have to admit, I like biking better than running. I think it’s the speed factor. I can zoom-zoom on my bike. The wind whips through my hair and I feel like I’m flying. I love it!
If you’ve been reading my blog, then you’ll remember this post about my clumsiness when it comes to biking. I’ve almost fallen off curbs, biked through a bees nest, and had a close call with a car. Even after some practice, I still don’t have it all together. I’m no Lance Armstrong, that’s for sure.
Off roading isn’t my forte. I’m more of a smooth sailing, flat road cruisin’ kind of gal. My transition from grass to sidewalk, or side walk to road, is utterly embarrassing. Put it this way, it’s not a graceful transition. I look like a child riding their bike for the first time after the removal of training wheels, all wobbly and unsure of themselves. I wear a dorky helmet that everyone makes fun of, but wear out complete necessity, for fear that I might damage my head on anything that I come in contact with, like a tree branch or car mirror. These things happen; it’s a known fact.
I’ll be back to running next week and be back with the details.