I always think to myself, boy if we lived down here I could really get into shape riding every evening with L and W. Everything is flat and the breeze is always blowing. Then I thought to myself, wait, if we lived down here, the husband would be working and wouldn't be home early enough to sit in the house with the buddies. Poop sandwich on that pipe dream.
Oh well, lol. We rode every afternoon and evening. Our normal ride involved going down to the pedestrian bridges across the wetlands and coming out at the rec center. (sometimes we went inside for a drink and to "peruse" in the AC) Then we went on down to 40th and came home.
One day we rode all the way to Eagles. W thought he was going to DIE. Literally, the complaining was out of control. You would have thought we had ridden 100 miles or something.
The funny part was, as soon as we entered the store he was F.I.N.E. Energy level returned and the kid was ready to shop. He even had the nerve to ask if we were stopping at Dairy Queen on the ride home, lol.
Please pray that my Dad, Patrick, and Shaun get their flight out of Madang today. And start the long journey home safely.