…but I’m riding my bike. Yep. I am still at it and still enjoying the miles ticking by as I pedal and let my thoughts drift as they will. I may not be doubling the miles every ride, and I am still not very fast, but I am happy on those 2 wheels. I had never understood the “runners high.” I can not run very well and have always struggled with the idea of needing aaerobic exercise to be healthy because I plain and simply hated it. And yet here I am needing the boost I get with each little jaunt on my cute orange bike. I am not even running from the hills anymore.
This weekend I am going to be riding 35 miles with Jesse in a charity fun ride. I know that it will push me a little further and I will probably be a tired mama, but I am anxious to start peddling.
I guess I am just giddy from a riders high.