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.

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.