Spring has sprung
Apr. 17th, 2013 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melaniesuzanneWhen I left the office yesterday, I called Hubbyfink to say, "If I didn't know that you were home, I would sneak my bike out for a ride." He's been keeping me off my bikes until the surgeon gives the all-clear. But I succeeded in cajoling, wheedling, and bargaining into a teeny tiny ride on my city bike -- the one with the almost stock upright posture. I PROMISED to stop if I felt any pain and that I would walk up hills and that we would ONLY go to the Route 28 bridge and we wouldn't even climb the bridge (which is a pretty short climb on the eastern side) and that I wouldn't ask again until after I saw my surgeon next Tuesday. I even promised I'd wear a helmet.
"That wasn't even up for discussion," he replied dryly. But then he aired up my tires, I adjusted my darling new helmet (must take a photo!), and we took off!
People usually smile when they see my pretty blue step-through bicycle with its floral basket and yesterday was no exception. I did feel a bit like we were Biker-Guy and Just-Beginning-to-Ride-Spouse, though, since Hubbyfink looked more "biker-y" in shorts and a typical helmet while I was still in my work clothes and flats and wearing a small, if adorable, planet on my head.
Okay, okay, what I call my "city helmets" aren't planets but they certainly aren't sleek like my vented helmets.
I felt good when we turned around at Orbital and then started to tire as we crossed under Church Road. I huffed and puffed as I pushed Beatrix up the grassy hill between trail and neighborhood and then huffed and puffed again as I pushed her up the Holborn hill. Hubbyfink graciously pushed his bike up that hill instead of leaving me in the dust.
When we got home, I was jelly-legged and felt like I just ridden a 20 miler instead of the paltry three miles of our excursion. I don't feel bad about that, though. It's slightly farther than my first ride with Hubbyfink on C.C. the green monster. Baby steps. Oh, and the ride wore me out enough that I'm not tempted to sneak out tonight when Hubbyfink is at HMA practice. Tomorrow night, though... (I merely promised that I wouldn't ~ask~, not that I wouldn't sneak out when he wasn't home.)
"That wasn't even up for discussion," he replied dryly. But then he aired up my tires, I adjusted my darling new helmet (must take a photo!), and we took off!
People usually smile when they see my pretty blue step-through bicycle with its floral basket and yesterday was no exception. I did feel a bit like we were Biker-Guy and Just-Beginning-to-Ride-Spouse, though, since Hubbyfink looked more "biker-y" in shorts and a typical helmet while I was still in my work clothes and flats and wearing a small, if adorable, planet on my head.
Okay, okay, what I call my "city helmets" aren't planets but they certainly aren't sleek like my vented helmets.
I felt good when we turned around at Orbital and then started to tire as we crossed under Church Road. I huffed and puffed as I pushed Beatrix up the grassy hill between trail and neighborhood and then huffed and puffed again as I pushed her up the Holborn hill. Hubbyfink graciously pushed his bike up that hill instead of leaving me in the dust.
When we got home, I was jelly-legged and felt like I just ridden a 20 miler instead of the paltry three miles of our excursion. I don't feel bad about that, though. It's slightly farther than my first ride with Hubbyfink on C.C. the green monster. Baby steps. Oh, and the ride wore me out enough that I'm not tempted to sneak out tonight when Hubbyfink is at HMA practice. Tomorrow night, though... (I merely promised that I wouldn't ~ask~, not that I wouldn't sneak out when he wasn't home.)
