Triumph

Bert and I biked just about 12 miles today. Count 'em...1, 2, 3, 4, forever, still going, still not there, can't quite make it, want to give up, getting encouragement, seeing the finish line, 11, almost...almost...12! Oh yeah! 12 miles to go to Target! And was it worth it?? OH YEAH!

The reason for this crazy feat of bicycling madness? Truck is still not feeling well and is hanging out at the automechanic shop until at least Thursday when they'll (hopefully) have the part in. *sigh* I miss Truck. He's the best. He takes me out all over the place.

Now, will I be quite so excited with myself when tomorrow I won't be able to sit up, let alone walk? mmm, probably. I don't even remember the last time I biked (not on a stationary bike). And I totally wouldn't have been able to do it without Bert. My poor behind already is hurting from the seat...and the crazy sidewalks and streets that really should just be taken apart and re-done. Oh well. Anywho, I'm pooped. I'm going to crawl into bed and sleep the peaceful sleep of one who has just biked 12 miles. :D