I tried to write haiku every day while in Japan, but the only good ones came when considering my husband’s utter collapse climbing the stiff little hills, no mere speed bumps, that constitute the majority of Japan.
Taking the suggestion of Randeuress Amy, I called up the fine folks at Cycle U for a bike fit. My bike, which I used to love, I just don’t anymore.
They appear to do what they are meant to, and even though I worry much more about my left-right balance than my dorsal position, I’ve certainly enjoyed the new views.
The most relaxing thing I do in a usual day is eating donuts. Over the course of an hour and half, I found that my heart averages 63 beats a minute while sipping coffee at Top Pot Doughnuts. Just by being there I burned over 162 calories.
Yesterday was my first ride since getting back to Seattle, which means it has been almost a month since I’ve been on my bike for anything more than the short commute to work.
Biking there is not all bad as I am surrounded by Clark Kents who walk back and forth to the water fountain.
