Sweater Project

It is a gorgeous day in San Antonio. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there’s a bustle of activity in my apartment complex as people are moving out and in.

I missed the knitting circle at the Yarn Barn this morning because I slept in. I could have done some knitting here at home, but I decided instead to give myself a little kick in the pants and unfunkify myself. I cleaned up my kitchen, took out three garbage bags full of trash, and I’m getting ready to take myself for a long bike ride over some rather mean hills. (Kyle Seal Parkway for you locals.) After all, there’s little point in finishing the Aran if I’ve become too bloated to fit in it, now is there?

Tomorrow, Mike and I are going to do a practice ride over the course of the bike route for his upcoming triathalon. That should be pretty challenging. It’s twenty-six miles near Canyon Lake, which I seem to recall is *very* hilly terrain.

After the ride, I’m going to snap some pics of Morgan and Bailey to put on Dogster. If you’re a dog person, you can easily blow a few hours clicking through the pictures of the pups on that site.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to squeeze into some lycra and go get a sunburn.

UPDATE
Oh, that was a NICE ride. It was a beautiful day and the cyclists were out in droves. I did about twenty miles with a couple of really good climbs in the middle. I am pooped.

There was only one downer in the whole experience. At one point, I pulled up at a stoplight next to a group of three cyclists who were riding a little slower than I was. I stopped, but they rolled right on through because there was no traffic around. That got my hackles up a little bit, but no biggie. I waited for the light to change, and since they were riding pretty slow, I made it to the next light before they did. At this intersection, there was some light traffic. A couple cars pulled up alongside me before the other three cyclists go there. They stopped and waited for the cross traffic, then rode through the red light. That pissed me off. It’s one thing to ignore traffic laws when you’re in the middle of nowhwere and there’s no other traffic around. It’s another thing entirely to break them right in front of other drivers.

I pulled up along side the group and told them that when they did that, they lessened everyone’s respect for us. Two of them looked at me blankly, the third laughed. I went on my way and left them behind.

I really don’t like confrontations of any sort. Normally something like that would ruin my day. But today was just so gorgeous, I forgot about it within half an hour. Well, it helped that right after that encounter, I hit the hills, and that wore me out so much I couldn’t remember what my name was.

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