So, we had a bike ride this weekend. 17 miles, no big deal, right?
WRONG.
I forgot that my little city is situated on a plateau around mountains. Granted, they're not the Rocky Mountains or anything, but they're still really damn big hills in a car; they're really effin' big damn hills on a bike. So, the first 5-6 miles out of town are great riding. Then the hills start.
I had cashed out completely and told DH that if we saw the SAG vehicle, i was getting on. Well, by the time we saw it again, we were on the very last hill back into the plateau of town. I thought, no, I"ll be fine, and let it go by. Then my whole being screamed, "WTF ARE YOU DOING!" I pulled over to the side and sat in the grass for a minute. DH caught up and asked if I was okay. I dramatically flung myself down in the grass, started laughing hysterically and bawling and said no.
We waited for about 10 minutes for me to pull myself back together. The last 5 miles back in town were great and I was trucking along happily again.
So, lesson learned: Varuna hates hills on her bicycle. 17 miles usually takes us about an hour to an hour and a half depending on breaks. This took us two and a half.
Also, on one hill I was walking up, I heard another rider behind me who was really breathing hard. When he came up alongside me, I asked if he was okay and told him I had an inhaler with me if he needed it. He said, "I just quit smoking a half mile back. Threw out the cigarettes and everything. I've lost 80 pounds so far and I'll be damned if I'm going to breathe like this anymore". Awesome.
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