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grrltastic So, bike adventures. Having completed the build on my fancy new bike, I've felt empowered to do new and exciting things with it.
One such thing is by going for long rides in the country - last week I rode a 34 mile loop through Boring and Clackamas. Not the most exciting, but definitely the farthest I've ever ridden by myself for no particular reason. Weather depending, I may do a 50 mile loop through east and north Portland. It's been hot lately, though, and I don't particularly want to give myself heat stroke.
I also attempted a road race on Monday. I showed up and paid my entry fee and everything, but missed the start of my race because I wasn't aware of the "we don't announce anything, you just come to the starting line at the listed time" policy, and was too busy stuffing my face to realize that they were, in fact, starting without me. I may have cried some tears of frustration - it took a lot for me to feel like it was something I could even attempt, and to fuck it up in such a stupid way was really disappointing.
Oh well. It's all part of coming to terms with myself as one of those weird, spandex-clad cyclists.
Also, unrelated to bikes, I had voluntary contact with Jay for the first time in forever. He'd posted on Facebook about some financial woes following three consecutive surgeries on his ankle and then losing his job (presumably due to absenteeism, related to aforementioned surgeries, I didn't really ask about that part). So we caught up a bit. It sounds like he has another job lined up as soon as he's ambulatory again, and that he should recover well. It's just weird to break radio silence and catch up with someone to whom you used to be married and then resented for a long time before lapsing into ambivalent coexistence. I'm glad to know he's doing alright, relatively, but I don't think he'll ever be a regular part of my life again.
Also, I wrote this on my phone, so please forgive any weird typos.
One such thing is by going for long rides in the country - last week I rode a 34 mile loop through Boring and Clackamas. Not the most exciting, but definitely the farthest I've ever ridden by myself for no particular reason. Weather depending, I may do a 50 mile loop through east and north Portland. It's been hot lately, though, and I don't particularly want to give myself heat stroke.
I also attempted a road race on Monday. I showed up and paid my entry fee and everything, but missed the start of my race because I wasn't aware of the "we don't announce anything, you just come to the starting line at the listed time" policy, and was too busy stuffing my face to realize that they were, in fact, starting without me. I may have cried some tears of frustration - it took a lot for me to feel like it was something I could even attempt, and to fuck it up in such a stupid way was really disappointing.
Oh well. It's all part of coming to terms with myself as one of those weird, spandex-clad cyclists.
Also, unrelated to bikes, I had voluntary contact with Jay for the first time in forever. He'd posted on Facebook about some financial woes following three consecutive surgeries on his ankle and then losing his job (presumably due to absenteeism, related to aforementioned surgeries, I didn't really ask about that part). So we caught up a bit. It sounds like he has another job lined up as soon as he's ambulatory again, and that he should recover well. It's just weird to break radio silence and catch up with someone to whom you used to be married and then resented for a long time before lapsing into ambivalent coexistence. I'm glad to know he's doing alright, relatively, but I don't think he'll ever be a regular part of my life again.
Also, I wrote this on my phone, so please forgive any weird typos.
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Date: 2014-07-09 06:31 pm (UTC)I know this feeling intimately. I made sort of a throaty burbling noise reading that paragraph, which I think you'll understand.
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Date: 2014-07-09 10:05 pm (UTC)