Lance who?

Thank you warm globe for providing me with a sunny day that I can get out on my bike and show the pavement what my quads are made of. On any other Feb day I would be at home on the trainer watching Titanic. Because at exactly 90 minutes in is when Rose says "Jack I'm flying!" as he contemplates how he's going to take care of her with that "ten bucks he has in his pocket" as they're obviously engaging in dangerous behavior, leaning way too far over on the deck of the ship. Anyway....

Yesterday I rode 20 miles and averaged almost 18 mph. In the life of most bikers that's pretty good, but for me, I felt like Lance Armstrong, heading into downtown Pareeee with champagne in hand. I won that ride. I will never let Jump Rope Jackpot define me again. I hopped off Achilles, put him in the back of my loser cruiser and set off for home. I could have kept riding but I didn't want to ruin what was already perfect. I'm scared of the bike so remembering the good was all I wanted.

And when good things happen to me, I go home and spread the love around in the form of food.