It had been months since my last bike ride. Since May, I think. First life got in the way, then weather, then my mojo just wasn’t cooperating. But I’m happy to report that a little helping hand arrived in the mail and was just the push I needed to get pedaling again.
My first thought upon meeting the little fellow: “The camera really does add 10 pounds.” Or, in this case, inches. He was a lot smaller than I expected! But good things come in small packages and Stanley is a very good thing.
So, how to show the little guy a good time? What to do, what to do. Aha! Take him for a bike ride. The weather was perfect, my husband was willing to document the big event, a return to the saddle was long overdue, so the plan was set.
But, first things first.
Since I’m rather food obsessed, as some of you might have already guessed, I was already thinking ahead to how hungry I’d be when my ride ended. So, with Stanley’s approval, I cut and packed up some peppers for a post-workout snack.
Then sunscreen. Because as a three-time skin cancer survivor, I don’t ride without first greasing up.
Shoes next. I love riding clipped in. And it’s been ages since I’ve fallen because I forgot to unclip or lost my balance while waiting to cross an intersection:)
Don’t forget the MyTrak!
Then I had to do a little explaining. Stanley was not familiar with my lazy exercising philosophy that has me (and by “me” I mean my husband at my request) loading our bikes on the back of the car rather than riding them the few miles to the trail-head. Stanley didn’t know about the very long hill I’d have to ride back at my most tired if we didn’t. He shook his head at me in wonder, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
So there we were, ready to unload.
Stanley waited patiently while hubby and I strapped on our helmets and pulled on our gloves, loaded our drinks and cell phones.
And we’re off!
Uh oh! Turn around.
Up slow gradual hills that hardly look like hills but, trust me, they are.
Remembering to take a drink!
Coming down. (Yes, Michele, I’m braking and being typically cautious.)
Just a couple more miles to go.
Almost there now.
Time to stretch.
And we’re done:) Just over 21 miles later.
I’m happy to report that, despite a few close calls, no squirrels or photographers were injured in the making of this post. Much thanks to my husband, who typically only has to do things like repair my flat tires, but who bravely rode with a camera in hand to document Stanley’s adventure for you all.
Now… your turn! If you’d like to have Fit Stanley visit you next, just leave a comment telling me why or what fitventure you have planned. You’ll be committing to writing about him on your own blog and on HIS blog, and to passing him on. He’s a lot of fun, doesn’t eat much or make a mess, and is a great workout partner and cheerleader.
Who’s ready for a fitventure?