February 23, 2006
Don't call me Pee Wee.
But once I got a bicycle, I felt the urge to actually get out and move. Naturally, the day after I got it, it was cold and rainy for four days straight. I sat at home, watching my blood sugar NOT go down, until two days ago when I finally decided to get out and ride no matter what the weather was like.
I'm glad I did. There's a trail that runs right next to my apartment (stalkers and killers take note: it's this one), and it's big and flat and concrete. I see old people on it all the time. Piece of cake.
Except for the hills. I call them hills, but you might refer to them as slight inclines, smartasses that you are, every one of you. In any case, I wasn't expecting there to be HILLS. It was a more vigorous workout than I expected, but I still enjoyed it immensely.
The best part? My blood sugar dropped over a hundred points after each ride; today's 131 was the lowest I've had since the Beedies moved in.
The worst part? Having to walk my bike up a hill in front of one of the many saucy stay-at-home MILFs (out walking her little gerbil dog, an obligatory accessory) that roam freely about North Dallas like the great herds of bison that once covered the western plains.
One hates to look weak in front of the MILFs.