Sunday, June 30, 2013
I elected not to ride yesterday and instead spend time with my family. My mother is visiting for a few weeks, and I am busier than ever with just the usual stuff. It was also incredibly hot yesterday, the last day of a lengthy heat wave that the western U.S. is experiencing right now.
So this morning's bike ride, with a smattering of big fat raindrops and cloudy skies, was quite pleasant. I was out early, about 7 a.m., so I was pretty much alone on the trail. I would pass an occasional cyclist, or one might pass me. I like those early rides. It is full of birds and the occasional deer, and plenty of space for me to wibble-wobble all over the trail.
I say good morning or hello to everyone I meet on the trail. I have learned to pick out the ones that will not say hello back. Those are the "serious" bikers - those with the fancy expensive lycra clothes, and the deep tans from hours of biking in the sun. Older men always respond to my hellos, or say hello first. But younger men almost always ignore me. And virtually all women ignore me. I may just be a fat chick on a bike, and I may not be wearing any lycra, but I'm out there exercising too, working out too. It would be nice if a few of them would bother to nod or smile or return a hello. I live in a friendly town, but I sure can't say that the bikers I encounter are friendly. Grumpy butts, most of them.
Oh well. I'm still out there. Still enjoying it. Still keeping myself in as best a shape as I can. Round is a shape, right?