Sunday Ride
I am a minimalist, I can’t stand stuff.
When we moved into this house I told Ken,
“If all of these cupboards end up getting filled, shoot me.”
Now almost all of my cupboards are empty and I still have too much crap. I hate crap.
LESS is more.
So I ended up letting go of a bunch of crap on Sunday. Two huge loads to the curb: TV’s, wheels, bikes, VHS movies, tons of crap, I was done by 1 PM. Before I went inside someone came by and picked up some of my kitchen crap: juicer, pans, pasta maker.
I am sick of not riding my road bike anymore. I’m so tired of feeling like I am going to die when I go out.
So I told Ken,
“I’m going to ride my bike until I end up dead, in respiratory distress, or get 100 miles in.”
Let’s roll the dice.
Felt like crap until I got up into Denton, passed Rayzor Ranch, hats off to Range Resources. All the way to 455 and then, North further on Marion. The cross wind was pretty dangerous so I wasn’t too excited about going East or West. Truth be known, I wanted to ride my bike all the way to Oklahoma, and then, call Ken, “Honey, I’m in Oklahoma, please come pick me up”.
The ride South was brutal. I rode into the wind for 2.5 hours, it was the same time as my ascent up Columbine during Leadville. I know it makes me stronger, I would rather ride up Columbine.
I made a call for Mexican, and at Hickory Road I got in the mini-me and off to Christina’s we went.
It was great until Today, IBS. I ordered the same thing I order every time. Yet today, I had keel over cramps and looked like I was 6 months pregnant. Sometimes I hate change, and something definitely changed.