I am going to preface this post by noting that I am incredibly lucky, and I’m going to list the reasons:
– My parents are absolutely wonderful, supportive and loving
– I don’t have to worry about money
– I have fantastic friends and a beautiful, intelligent, passionate, kind-hearted girlfriend
– I get to go to work every day and love every minute of it
– I am healthy
– There are plenty more reasons, but you get the idea
Okay, so time for the kvetching. Last Sunday, I went on what was supposed to be a 50 mile bike ride and, 8 miles in, my rear tubular tire went flat; that was the end of that ride. This morning, I planned to bike 72 miles to Connecticut for a Capital Good Fund staff retreat. 3 miles into the ride I realized that I had forgotten by clothes at home, so back I go. Now I’m back on the road and, after a few miles,I hit a pothole. As a result, a bolt comes loose on my rear fender, leaving the fender rubbing on the rear wheel to the point that it barely spins. I spend 30 minutes trying to get the wheel off so that I can fix the fender but the skewer won’t come off. That’s the end of that ride.
Words cannot describe how hard I’ve been working of late and how much I was looking forward to this ride. Last night I bought a bike rack for my car and a special headlight to ensure that cars would see me at dusk. I got up at 4 AM and was on the bike at 4:45. But instead of being on my bike on a beautiful day feeling the power of my legs and the joy of riding a bicycle, I am furious and angry and frustrated.
Now I need to remember how I started this post: I am so lucky. This is minor and it’s time for me to let it go. I’ll fix the bike and ride another day.
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