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Back in Boulder

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.

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New Years Resolution 2011, Number 2

So I live in Boulder. That means that, theoretically, I’m a bad-ass athlete.

That (wrong) conclusion led me on a “Damn the torpedoes” kind of bike ride this morning where I pedaled into the blustery wind for three miles, despite the fact that those same howling gusts woke me up last night.

Bad decision.

But one that inspired my new resolution: I will not bike to school on days where the wind speed is 35 mph.

Here’s New Years Resolution 2011 Number 1.

Perhaps I’m especially tart because in the process of heading to school, I fell over because of said (fricking) wind. And I recently discovered that in the process of doing so, I managed to squish the orange I’d packed for a mid-morning snack.

I have orange juice in my backpack.

(It’s the pulpy kind.)

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