I've written about my attempts at biking before (here and here). But it's late spring and therefore, it's time to start writing about biking again, and we all know that writing about biking is much better than actually biking, don't we? Because...
Today I got up and thought, "It's been awhile since I rode the bicycle for the purpose of exercise or any other purpose! I should get out there right now and utilize the bike I got for free right now!" (no, I don't actually think like that. My thoughts exactly were probably more like: "(picture of me being fat), (picture of a bike), (picture of me being slightly less fat)." Never mind that biking has never actually made me less fat--or any other activity--my brain refuses to believe that it is physically impossible for me to lose weight. And so I keep trying)
So as soon as Matt went off to school (heaven forbid he should be within 50 yards of me when I get on a bike!), I stuffed my non-biker thighs into some stretchy pants suitable for my endeavor and went out to the garage. (and yes, I was wearing a shirt too)
First of all, I had to dig the bike out from under all sorts of garage debris. (yack, we seriously need to clean the garage!) Check for spiders. I can't exercise on the bike if the bike is infested. No spiders. Breathe a sigh of relief. Assure myself that breathing a sigh of relief does not constitute an acceptable amount of exercise, and repress the urge to go back in the house and check Icanhascheezburger.com again.
Drag bike out onto the driveway. Hop up on the bike and...
Promptly fall over just as the garbage truck driven by two hunky guys goes by my house.
The trend? Embarrassing myself. First the dropped yarn, and now falling over while attempting to ride a bike. They say you never forget how to ride a bike--technically that may be so, but that does NOT mean you'll look good doing it. Sigh.
Time to check Icanhascheezburger.