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Holiday?

Do you know what today is? I bet you have no idea. I do. It's new bike day! My bike will be coming today. It's being delivered to my parents house. They paid for it, and they are always home so someone can sign for it. I really want to ride it home. But all are telling me that my maiden voyage on Pepe (yes, I've named my bike already) shouldn't be that far. I mapped it, it's only 16 miles or so. I can go farther than that on the old clunker. But, then I would also have to convince the husband to drive me out to the parents. So, I guess I will take him for a little spin around the folks neighborhood. The bonus to that is it's very flat where they are, not hilly like it is here. Then I'll load that shiny new toy into the back of Ruby and bring him home.

I've decided to do Iron Girl with the cage pedals. Get used to riding the new bike for the three weeks before switching to the clip in pedals. Those scare the crap out of me. Then, after Iron Girl I'll switch to the scary shoes and pedals and train with those for a month to do Skinnyman.

Anyway, I really think it should be a holiday or something today. I mean, hello, I'm getting a bike people. I checked the FedEx tracking this morning, and it's out for delivery. Aren't you excited?
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Relentless Forward Commotion said…
Hi! Thanks for the follow on twitter...it led me over to your blog! I'm a brand new triathlete - Iron-mama-wanna-be too! I'm setting my sights on my first IM in 2012 also! Meanwhile, i have my second tri, Irongirl (columbia maryland) next month. I bought my new bike this year and I'm STILL terrified of being clipped in. I just keep waiting to fall, ack! Anyway, I'm glad to have found your blog, seems we have a lot in common! Enjoy the new bike!
July 14, 2010 at 4:54 PM
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