Texpatriate girl's view on life with monkeys, pugs, two wheels, nutella, and a dash of glitter. Sometimes funny, sometimes tragic, and often tragically funny. Most importantly, though, pictures of pugs and monkeys. You are welcome. XOXO
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Rolling, rolling, rolling...
Chokecherries on trail. Yum.
As cumbersome as it is, I have started taking my phone with me when I run. I see entirely too much wonderfulness on my runs and want to share. I have seen snakes, families of skunks, a bear, an almost nekkid man running a donkey on a leash, and more. I realize these chokecherries pale in comparison but still a sight to behold, yes?
Timesboy and I went for a bike ride this morning, instead of my run. I am aware of several things after said ride. One, the kid looks like Kermit the Frog on his bike when his legs are frantically pumping up and down.
Need I say more???
Two, he has no idea what I am talking about when I call him Kermie as we ride.
Three, riding bikes uses entirely different muscles and is a lot harder on your arse than running. My running shorts apparently don't have the padding necessary to prevent pain, nor does said arse. Must purchase cycling shorts for both their protective qualities and for their sheer hotness. *SNORT*
Four, it is hard not to smile while riding a bike. Especially a hot pink one. Running is a type of masochistic self-flagellation. Bike riding is getting in touch with your inner eight-year-old. Running is overcoming pain and obstacles and powering through. Riding bikes (in the manner that we do :-)) is pure WHEEEEEEE.
Five, I will probably never see the half-nekkid man running his donkey on a leash again, but if I do, you will be the first to know. Scout's honor.
Peace and love and chokecherry jam and all of the good stuff!