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Turns out that wearing the same pair of spandex bike shorts for four years–especially when it’s your only pair of bike shorts and you ride pretty frequently–causes them to get a bit, er, thinner, in the lower butt region.
Sorry to those of you out there who’ve seen more of my backside than you ever wanted to.
Coming back from my run this morning I saw a guy going out for ride not on his bicycle, but on his unicycle.
And he was pretty ripped (although not quite as ripped as Mr. Soltys).
I went over the awesomeness of my being that buff and momentarily contemplated picking up unicycling as a hobby.
But then I realized that that was never, ever going to happen.
So the first bike ride since returning to Boulder went pretty well.
I mean, the rain I ran into wasn’t great.
And the hail was a little irritating.
The wind (and all of the little bits of rock and grit it carried with it) was pretty strong, but it didn’t knock me over.
The thunder that reverberated through the sky was a little scary.
And then the smoke that I rode through coming from the fire that was caused by the lightning that struck only a few feet from the road–that probably wasn’t my favorite part of the ride.
But all in all, not bad.
Just played chicken with a squirrel while on my bike … I won.
Pedaling my bicycle home from the grocery story yesterday, I was reveling wholly in the freedom of Spring Break. I wondered to myself why anyone would ever want to leave school.
Then I remembered the “Manager’s Special” fish I had jammed in my backpack that had roughly another 36 hours before it started to decay …
Oh yeah … that whole “money” thing.