Rode my bike to the store yesterday. It wasn’t really a recovery ride. I guess I sort of rationalized it to myself that way, but I didn’t work that hard in the race yesterday anyway. I did this today, though:
We needed a few things, beans and tomatoes and the like, and I can go on the random daily store run on my bicycle in the summer.
Truly, it is the infinitesimally small things that can earn a real grin.
Plus carrying a bike through a grocery story is fun. I stuffed them in my musette bag, almost wiped out in bike shoes on the slick floor and walked my ride all over the store. Nobody has ever given my bike a second look at the grocery store, which is cool.
Guy behind me at the checkout made a joke about not knowing where they stocked the bicycles. I told him they were over by the produce, but, you know how they’re always moving things around.
He didn’t ask what aisle had the spandex.
I took a long way home, just to add a few miles to the route. So I tried a new route, sometimes you see things you’ve never seen before:
The route involved two paths and a wooden bridge. It was worth it:
