Talk About Humiliating

I decided to go for a bikeride this morning. It is a beautiful morning, although I could probably argue for it to be a few degrees cooler. It was 60 when I left the house and is now 71. It is amazingly clear outside – we must have a mild Santa Ana. So I do my little ride, what I like to call the warmup and am on my last rest-stop, nearly home when this herd of bikers comes flying by me. Flying up the hill, not down. Here is little ol’ me sitting on the side of the road while these hardcore guys just keep pushing on. I guess it could have been worse: I could have been riding up the hill when they came up and overtook me. But then there is the thought going through everyone’s head who seems me riding after this point: Ahh, look at that fat guy, he’s trying to keep up with the pros that went by ten minutes ago…

I probably shouldn’t have extended the ride this morning, but it felt really good to get out there and do it. Now I can eat more ice cream this afternoon! We’ll see if Ryan and I can keep it up and get out there again on Saturday.