What, roadbikes?
This is Tucker. He and I have quite a history. We used to spend hours together - mornings, evenings and weekends. For the last couple of years he has been relegated to a dark corner of the basement. I have recently decided (and it has less than NOTHING to do with a New Year resolution) that it is time to rebuild my relationship with Tucker, after all a good friend is worth keeping.
Even if the a gym membership was in the budget (it isn't) I don't know where I would find the time. Somehow that extra step of needing to get to and from the gym makes it much more daunting. I have no intention of training for a triathlon any time soon and I don't imagine that a century ride is the in cards for me this summer. It seems, somehow unfair, to spend the only precious family days we have on the weekends leaving for a long ride that will take me several hours.
However, I do miss the idea of riding. I miss sweating. I definitely miss having calf muscles. As a result I have opted to drop Tucker off at Bike Fix for a tune-up. This time around his basement home will be out in the open, where he can spend the winter accessible in the bike trainer. I can simply sneak down after Gummy Bear and Jelly Bean go to sleep. It will give me the opportunity to catch up on all the reading I am currently letting lapse in favor of knitting. It will give me a reason to listen to all the music I am ignoring in favor of podcasts.
I wonder if I can knit while I ride...
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