Well... although yesterday I felt like I could have ridden another 10-15 miles, today was different. I am a bit sore. A bit more bruised than I expected from running into that damn barricade too. But... I was the only one who got back up! Hahahaha... <--- maniacal laugh
But, despite all of that, I came home from work and met my partner in the driveway. We chatted for just a few minutes, planning several destinations for tonight's trek. Our journey began at a good pace but picked up speed with each of the destinations we clicked off. Soon we were in the zone--progress was coming easy--legs pumping, heart racing. We were covering some serious ground. And, then it appeared, the finish line. We both finished hard and sped to the end. Then, with such a sense of accomplishment, I plunked down my credit card to buy not one, but two, pairs of jeans that fit my daughter! Have you ever gone out shopping for clothes with a 14 year old girl?! OMG, it can be draining. Finding two pairs of jeans that fit is like finishing a marathon, like scaling Everest, like... well... you get the idea. I ran out of the store, arms raised like Rocky Balboa.
Eye of the tiger, baby!
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