In all seriousness, if I’m off my bike for a few days my legs really do start hurting. They ache a little, and they seem angry, and I want to kick them a lot. “You have restless leg syndrome,” Niles told me once, but I absolutely refuse to have a syndrome that sounds that stupid.
Anyway, Mr. Bikey (who is a girl bike by the way, like Mr. Lady) got out of the shop yesterday afternoon, and she is sleek and fast again, like a speedy jungle cat, hugging the turns and passing the spandexed. And the weather this morning was lovely, and I got up in enough time to ride by the lake. I even got up early enough to stop at the last beach on the trail and wade around in Lake Michigan for a bit. Of course that meant I had sand in between my toes all day, but it was a nice reminder of the pleasant morning I had.
Incidentally, I don’t talk much about exercising on this blog, I think because I have always felt like I had to trick myself into it. I’m not exercising, I’m just riding my bike to work. 7.5 miles. 10 if I take the lake path. But it’s not exercise!! It’s transportation.
For how much I love and adore Mr. Bikey, I am pretty horrible at drawing her.
(bonus points for if you now have “It’s a Lovely Eleven Morning” stuck in your head)
Aw, I miss riding my bike. Sadly I only got to do it a few times this summer because I found that my bike lacked brakes. Yikes!! Thankfully I was only riding on flat ground, but some places in Jersey would have been a nightmare.
I love riding, and I think I’ll have to invest in a new bike, or a used bike, or just one that actually has brakes. :)
My dad has restless leg syndrome my mother claims. Since my dad’s name is Jim, she calls it Jimmy Legs! Love it!
What you experience in your legs is actually the result of not working out (i.e exercising). Athletes (like yourself :) ) taper before a big event like a marathon or triathlon and get the same feeling. Books I’ve read on the sports tell you to prepare for it and know that it will be that way until you race or exercise, or you can work it out a bit by walking it off. I tell you all of this to let you know that you are, in fact, exercising and are An Athlete – even if you think you’re only commuting. :) You go girl!
Sara, thank you. :D I don’t know why it’s so hard to convince myself that I’m athletic, but this definitely helps. :D