Girl in Training

My life has increasingly become more and more bicycle-centric. Truly, from weekend trips just for bikes, to spending afternoon in bike shops, and the fact that nearly all of my friends have bikes, every day has charged onto a new plane of bike geekdom.

This morning, I went on a "training ride" with Mike. Since he trains much harder than me, I can only ride with him on his "recovery rides" where he TRIES to go slow.

We biked down to the marina on the bikepath that is already scattered with cyclists.

On one particular stretch, Mike advises that I go "as fast as I can." I do this. His encouraging "pedal! pedal! pedal!" are reciprocated with my panting "I'm going as fast!"

He only says "If you can still talk, you're not going fast enough!" At which point the empty parking lot we were in seemed like the tallest steepest hills.

It was a good torture ride.

Who Is You? #17

Because of you, I returned the jeans, the shirt, and the purse to American Rag.



You = Pinarello FP3 in pink