Editors Note: Please ignore any hint of sexism here in the following post. The author loves women, women's clothing, and of course being a man. If this note doesn't confuse you, keep reading...
Friday January 7th
I'm going for five (count 'em like your fingers) days in a row on the road bicycle (it's actually a 'cross bike ready for winter riding complete with lights and fenders) - heading out this afternoon to Hamilton and back. I am back in saddle after a miserable 6 weeks off.
Regarding my whining of late - I think I know what happened. Back in early November when the cold weather first appeared in North Conway during the Porky Gulch Race I felt this constriction around my thighs. Weirdest thing, I'll tell ya...like I couldn't really move freely. On top of that I was cranky and moody all December and completely off the bike. No one really wanted to be around me, not my wife, kids, crew, even my dog was done with me.
Well on Monday I decided to have another look at my thighs and by jeezus I was wearing a skirt! Imagine my disbelief!!! A freakin' tight little cocktail number that made me walk like my feet were shackled. No wonder (I thought myself) I've had such a tough month. I've been wearing a gawd damn skirt.
Well lads, the skirt indeed came off (slipped gracefully right down around my ankles as I stepped out of it - easy ladies don't let that visual rile you up) and lo & behold I was manly again.
And ever since I've been riding outdoors like it's mid-July. Oh, and I'm a kind, loving, compassionate, husband, father, and boss again. The dog has welcomed me back too. The world is right again. Hallefuckinluya!
So when you find yourself in a rut. When you wake up grumpy and out of sorts. When nothing in your world seems to click. Throw on some extra layers, toss a leg over a bicycle and go ride. I guarantee you'll feel way better. When you get home have some milk and cookies. Bet you will feel right as rain.
And save that skirt for those hot summer nights...grrrrrrrr.
Friday January 7th
I'm going for five (count 'em like your fingers) days in a row on the road bicycle (it's actually a 'cross bike ready for winter riding complete with lights and fenders) - heading out this afternoon to Hamilton and back. I am back in saddle after a miserable 6 weeks off.
Regarding my whining of late - I think I know what happened. Back in early November when the cold weather first appeared in North Conway during the Porky Gulch Race I felt this constriction around my thighs. Weirdest thing, I'll tell ya...like I couldn't really move freely. On top of that I was cranky and moody all December and completely off the bike. No one really wanted to be around me, not my wife, kids, crew, even my dog was done with me.
Well on Monday I decided to have another look at my thighs and by jeezus I was wearing a skirt! Imagine my disbelief!!! A freakin' tight little cocktail number that made me walk like my feet were shackled. No wonder (I thought myself) I've had such a tough month. I've been wearing a gawd damn skirt.
Well lads, the skirt indeed came off (slipped gracefully right down around my ankles as I stepped out of it - easy ladies don't let that visual rile you up) and lo & behold I was manly again.
And ever since I've been riding outdoors like it's mid-July. Oh, and I'm a kind, loving, compassionate, husband, father, and boss again. The dog has welcomed me back too. The world is right again. Hallefuckinluya!
So when you find yourself in a rut. When you wake up grumpy and out of sorts. When nothing in your world seems to click. Throw on some extra layers, toss a leg over a bicycle and go ride. I guarantee you'll feel way better. When you get home have some milk and cookies. Bet you will feel right as rain.
And save that skirt for those hot summer nights...grrrrrrrr.
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