Happy Song

I love people. This is Joseph the Pirate. He's a good dude. Besides his talents at boat building, songwriting and being an all around crafty guy, he's dating my BFF. The other night, he sang us this song. It feels like a hug. 

I am someone's Mom

I've written a lot about the aggression I experience from people who drive cars. When we are sitting in a cafe at breakfast, it is a way less hostile exchange. Less dangerous. All around, just a better time.

I had this idea that if I wore a jersey with the word "MOM" on the back, maybe people driving the cars around me would be less... awful? nasty? dangerous?

I pay taxes and I have a job. I'm a mom and I volunteer. I shouldn't have to claim my place in society just to have this space of road. I have to get tow work. I would otherwise be using this same space with a car.

And then Rachel, one of my most beloved soul sisters, made me this.

http://ift.tt/20fitKw

So many Tattoo choices. So little time.

Mental Images

I joke about it... But then it happens. I set out on the commute thinking how light the pedals felt -- how good it felt to take up space and be with me. I'm about a mile down the road of happiness when it dawns on me that I left my bag at home. And my hands are really cold.

Round tripped back to the car. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on my mood, my bizoys don't clean up after themselves. There was one of each of their gloves for the ride to work. They were even  left and right matched.

Must be this tall to ride

My objective is not to "make it" bigger than life. I am happy when people let me do what I do without getting all mad about it. I don't need a slushy to the face, or to have to stop and make way for a faster passing vehicle. I just want to get along with my getting along.

I don't have a smooth segue to this, but I am enjoying a blog, Must Be This Tall To Ride. I don't quit at things and I'm not trying to interrupt the happiness of others. However, I am single. Like this guy, I'm looking at my own mistakes and trying to do better. I just want to get along with my getting along.

Ice Bike

I woke up Sunday feeling I’d just been released from a tether on a spacecraft. For a while, I was getting towed along by a foreign, unknown craft. Now, I’ve been cut off into space. Who am I? What do I want to do? What is worth my time to do?

Getting out of the house was a necessity, but I didn’t want to drive. I wanted to play and be part of the snowy landscape! I don’t have an ice bike, I have a mountain bike. So that’s what I rode. It took a few falls before I got comfortable with biking like I’m skiing. One big spill almost broke my spirit for the whole idea.

I managed to get to where I was going – yoga & a hot tub. These are numbers 2 & 3 on my favorites list. I ran into some friends from my cycling team at yoga and we all laughed about how I ride my bike everywhere. Over lunch, they convinced me to commit to a couple of triathlons at locations where I love to camp. 

I showed them OUR NEW JERSEYS.

This is what made my day – they got it. When I get on my bike – I am someone. I am me, and this is how I like to be. I am someone’s MOM. I am someone’s PERSON. I just happen to ride a bike.

Coworkers

I have a great job. The work is interesting, sure. My co-workers are the really great thing about my job. They just totally get me.

He: Did you see somebody won that big jackpot lottery?

Me: Yea, they were set up in front of the Publix in Melbourne all broadcasting live. (Read that in your best TV presenter voice)

He: So ridiculous.

Me: I got pulled over on my bike right near that Publix once.

He: Did you have your chainsaw again or were you just being your normal bike-on-the-road-annoying?

Me: Oh man! That house with the dog chain has a new German Shepherd. No less scary.

He: Did you get a picture?

Me: It was so cold my phone battery froze.

He: Yea. I drive a car.

Are you self-motivated?

When you join this gym, they want to love the experience. It makes sense because it's the best way to get more of your money. They sit down with you and talk about your goals. I picked a trainer that cycles thinking I was looking for cycling training. She asked me about my food, my kids, my routine, etc.

The interview question which amused me was "Do you need encouragement or are you self-motivated?"

As we talked, I realized that I'm not really looking for training. I just love the hot tub.

Weather for your gear

29 degrees but I don't want to wear and carry special bike- and weather- specific gear. Here's to my new wool turtleneck sweater.