Jul 02 2010
Recently, we started biking.
There have been some mishaps…
…and quick recoverys.
Since we were enjoying this new family activity so well, we decided to get some new bikes.
The boys got new bikes.
And so did we.
When I say “new bikes”, what I really mean is somebody else’s old bikes, but new to us.
After all, we are frugal.
Tonight, for the first time as a family, we took our new bikes out.
We set off for a trail near our house, and while we couldn’t go terribly far since it was nearing dark, we did plan to get in five miles or so.
About a mile into the ride, I commented to my hubby how easy the ride seemed on the new bike.
I know he was happy to hear this, because there was some - let’s call it ”contention” – when he bought the bikes. I was of the mind that the bikes were “too good” for us (read “too expensive”) since we aren’t exactly experienced at this whole biking thing. In fact, I’m wondering if I am supposed to even refer to this as “biking” at all? Isn’t biking done on motorcycles? Should I be calling it “bicycling”? See??? I told you! I have no idea what I am even doing on a bike or bicycle or whatever you call it.
Anyway, I was riding along on my two-wheel-pedal-power thingy, commenting how easy the ride seemed and complaining that because it was so easy, I wasn’t really getting a work out.
Which brings us back to the title of this blog post.
We were on our way back, but still a couple miles from home, when this happened:
It wasn’t fixable.
I had a phone, and I suggested I ought to call our neighbor. But we still would have to get back to the main road from the trail, and from there it was only another mile home. He was just going to have to walk it.
I joked that if he would attach the chain to my bike somehow, he could grab the other end and I could pull him home.
My stupid big mouth.
Next thing you know, I’m pedaling while he holds onto the strap of my waist pack, and I’m pulling him along.
I can’t imagine how that looked to anyone who may have seen us.
So, I did get in my workout today, but gained 180 pounds doing so.
I know what you are thinking, but it never even occured to me – until we got home that is - that it would have been easy for us to switch bikes and him to pull ME home instead.
I have no doubt that he DID think of that much sooner. He, unlike myself, knows when to keep his mouth shut.
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