last sunday, mike and i biked to church.
now, we all know that mike bikes much more than i do and that he's a real biker and all that good stuff. so i wasn't surprised that i was lagging behind. but we've been biking at other times and i've never lagged like this. even mike commented "you're not following as well as you did last time."
i felt terribly guilty, compounded by the fact that the next day my legs were aching really badly. (i comforted myself with the knowledge that i arrived at church tomato red but mostly presentable, while mike looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on his head).
then, mike checked the tires. turns out, the tires were at 20 (20 what, you ask? i don't know. milligrams per deciliter. pounds in a kilogram. number of times i've seen "when harry met sally") when they should have been at 60. mike had filled his own tires, but hadn't had time to do mine.
my legs feel vindicated.
*EDIT!! mike would like to add that he always has to pump up the tires on his road bike (notice i didn't say "good bike" because that would imply that i ride the "bad bike" and while that is certainly true, i probably shouldn't say it when i'm trying to take his side and... where was i?) while the bike that i ride (the bad bike, remember?) doesn't need air every time. i think this means that it wasn't his fault.
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The family that bikes together stays together... Since we can't walk together anymore (you have to have ankles that work to walk, which you don't really need for biking), we are trying out biking together. We did 26 miles today.. Wooooo! and we bought this little 9" bike pump in case we needed it on the trail Maybe you need one of those. I also think it's a general biking rule that each person is in charge of her own air...
RGH
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