Another little gain today. Which is fine. I kind of expected it. Since going off the 28 Day Reset, I’ve been treating myself to a daily Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg. And some frappucinos. And a lemon bar. I’ve not been making the best decisions, so it’s time to get back on track and cut the crap out again. Anyway. That’s not the point of this post at all.
I’m not sure how I was reminded of it, but this is a little story I’ve told once before in some past blog life. I think it works well here too, so I’m going to share it again.
A few years ago, I told myself I wanted to be more active. I hate exercise and going to the gym, and I wanted to do something more outdoorsy. So I decided to ride a bike. Boyfriend is big into biking so I at least had a partner in crime to do these rides with. Our city is big on creating trails and bike paths that crisscross the city, so there was one literally across the street from where we lived. Amazing! We could go all the time! Except he’s into the big fancy expensive bikes that weigh like 8 pounds TOTAL, and I had a crappy rusted monstrosity of mountain bike that I could barely lift. And him being an active biker, while I hadn’t ridden in a good 10 years meant he could ride circles around me. He probably could have ridden to the edge of the county and back before I made it more than 2 miles. Which made it a little frustrating and not a lot of fun to ride.
But I had been determined. I was going to ride. We made a goal that I would ride 15 miles at least once that summer. At one point, I made it about 10 and was super proud, but that wasn’t the goal. The goal was 15. So we picked a day and a nice flat trail to try to beat the goal.