Bi-cycle! Bi-cycle!*

A little over a year ago, when gas prices were heading toward $4.00 a gallon, I bought a bike at a yard sale for $5.00. I figured I could ride it to work since it's only two miles from home. It sat in the garage until Alex's bike disintegrated, and then he rode it to school. Every time I thought about taking it for a spin, I thought about how ridiculous I'd look. It's silly, I know. It's not like my neighbors are going to stand outside snickering as I go by. Vanity, thy name is EJ.

Tomorrow is supposed to be cool (relatively for July), and I thought it might be a good day to ride to work. I was thinking about a test ride when I popped by Da Momma's blog and found the inspiration that pushed me over the edge.

The perimeter of our neighborhood is one mile. I went right out and did the first half mile in no time flat. For a minute, I was 12 again. The second half mile was a little harder. I'd all but decided to call it good at a mile when I went sailing past the house, past the next half mile, past the shortcut home. I did two miles in about fifteen minutes and now my legs feel like spaghetti! *L* I could probably ride to work tomorrow, but four miles in one day with a work shift in between seems a little ambitious. I'll just ride around the neighborhood until I build up my stamina. It was a quick workout, that's for sure.

*I'll be going to bed with Freddie Mercury singing, "I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike," in my head. There are worse things, I suppose. Better than "Fat Bottom Girls"!

Sock it to me

Am I the only person who finds socks in almost every room of the house? My drier doesn't seem to eat them, but I'm beginning to think it's because they escape from the dirty clothes in the dead of night and find their way downstairs. I'd blame the cats, but I find the socks in pairs. Strange; almost spooky.