I just took my first ride on my shiny new (dirty, old) bike! I went the gate of Point Pleasant Park and back. It… was not elegant. (It was probably a mistake to wear a skirt.) But I made it! No scars or anything!
I can’t decide if I’m more intimidated by the physical difficulty or the traffic. Man! Intersections! Lane changes! And I’m signalling like I’m trying to do fucking semaphore. And I was doing this on a lazy Sunday. I’m a complete wiener. But going up hills was a fun (grueling) challenge. I’m sure it will be a worthy replacement to bellydancing.
I’ve been a complete consumer whore this weekend. In such a mood to buy pretty things. Bootcamp has me in so much pain, I figure I deserve it. Oh, such a terrible, delicious attitude.
No word yet on lucid dreams, but I’m keeping up the good fight.