We stayed in town this weekend, with no real plans other than catching up on sleep and riding our bikes. Brian has been working 12 hour days in preparation for his brand launch on Friday and I was just freaking tired. On Friday, I snuck out the door after work as fast as I could, busted my ass home and went for an hour spin on the Contour Trail out our back door. It was the best way to end what seemed like a never-ending and frustrating week.
On Saturday, I took the kids to the Community Cleanup so Brian could get some alone time and just BE. He ended taking the mountain bike out for a spin and taking a nap, which he sorely deserved. Then I spent Saturday evening making the skinny tires go in circles with Anna up Ohio Creek Road. It was windy and alternately cold and warm and sunny and cloudy but oh, it was wonderful.
And then Sunday. Brian took off with some guys on some ridiculously challenging mountain bike ride for hours and hours and I stayed in my pajamas until noon. I had a baby shower to attend in the afternoon. Regardless of who the baby shower is for, those things make me TENSE. I feel socially awkward and I never know what to say, even if it's my best friend who's having the baby. Why can't we just go to a bar and the pregnant lady can watch us get drunk?
It ended later than planned and I called Brian to say, "Maybe I don't have time to ride?" His response was "SHUT UP, GET OFF THE PHONE AND GET ON YOUR BIKE." And then he hung up so I couldn't even argue.
He's a smart man because I found myself riding much harder than planned. Stress much? After 800 feet of climbing, I was rewarded with this view and smooth, flowy, downhill singletrack for the next 3 miles (yes, I am aware this picture shows a dirt road. This was the best vantage point for the picture. The singletrack is off to the left. I promise.).
It does not suck to live here.
