I Don’t Even Know Me!

A week ago I was talking on the phone with Michelle when Andrew called me. He said he was coming over shortly. I told Michelle I forgot that Andrew was going to come over and take a look at my bike, so we could go riding sometime. Michelle blurted out, “[You, riding a bike?] I don’t even know you!” I’m going riding tomorrow for an hour or two. If you told me two weeks ago that I would be riding a bike for fun and exercise and doing a pushup routine for six weeks, I would have called you crazy. Why do I have this sudden urge to do these activities? I don’t know if I have a good answer for that. I guess I get tired of work, which consumes most of my life. While new challenges are always present, it still seems so monotonous. I put these little activities in to change the scenery without changing focus on the big thing, work.

My goal for tomorrow is to ride without having my butt fall asleep. Those seats just don’t come with enough cushion. I don’t have any long term cycling goals, as this may be a one time thing, but who knows? Maybe you’ll be accusing me of doping in the next Tour de France.