A Ride

So last night was pretty rough. I went to pick Jess up from work last night with plans to go night riding. We did everything right. I packed the helmets, shoes, socks, tights, jerseys, and so on an so forth. I even remembered the lights and batteries. We grabbed food to go, ate at the trail head, froze our butts off as we changed and were good to go. Until I realized that my front tire was flat. And I had forgotten my floor pump. So I sat there with a mini-hand pump trying to inflate a 2.3 tire. Yeah right.

I don't think I have ever been as angry with the world as I was last night. Just ask Jess. You see riding is my emotional vent. And I mean riding, not sitting on a bike locked into a trainer. And I haven't gotten to ride much lately, though my stress level is through the roof. Between Katelyn's accident, Jess needing to find, me having "fun" at work, and so-on-and-so-forth, I have been racking up the stress knots in my back. I was furious to the point beating my self up.

I did what I had to do. I called David, canceled our workout and fixed my flat tire. And man did I ride. I don't think I have gotten that much relief from a bike ride.


So life is almost good again. But please keep Katelyn in your prayers and thoughts. And for those of you who actually pay attention to my ramblings, here is a snippet of whats coming next.