Saturday, April 11, 2009

I don't get flowers, I get bikes

Dh is not what you would call the romantic but rather the practical. The first year we were married he bought me my first new bike. I had never had a bike that was new so I was of course doubly thrilled. We would go biking south of town pretty regularly. We still have that bike but it does need a little work. It has worked well for the boys who are no quite yet giants.

My second bike he got me the year we started biking as a family and even took a bike trip to PA on the rails to trails paths (WAY cool if you can ever do it). In hindsite I think he would have gotten me my newest bike as I do spend more time biking on the open road than in town or on mountain bike paths. It too was a great bike but is now being enjoyed by a friend.

So yesterday he bought me my third bike. It is definitely a road bike and faster than the previous bike. I took it out yesterday with Erik and had a longer spin than usual. I am slowly getting in better shape but watching my son relaxing on his bike while I huff and puff up hills is sort of.....well just sort of......

This bike can also have the Burley hooked to it so perhaps I might be able to get strong enough to take a kid with me. We shall see.

No flowers or chocolate here but hey a bike every so often is pretty nice too. They don't make me fat and I don't have to throw them away after a week or two. :o)

2 comments:

Susan said...

It doesn't make physics-sense in my brain, but it never seemed to me that hauling the Burley was any more work. If I got on the bike, with or without the cart, with one kid, two kids, or kids plus grocery bags, it never seemed any different with the pedaling effort. Then again, I was a LOT younger and stronger then...

Karin said...

Stronger....yes that hits the nail on the head. I can not get over how much WEAKER I am but some pastor I know reminds me of my finitude every now and then. I bet that has something to do with it.