This is the relationship that I have with riding, that is cycling. I love it when I'm on the open road, I love the feeling of going fast (all relative mind you...fast), I love it when I beat a light or even run a red (safely of course)...so many things that I love. I hate getting ready to ride. Hate it. I hate putting on my cycling shorts, because even though they save my legs from chaffing and my ass from getting uber sore they are just plain unflattering. I hate wearing the helmet even though it saved me that one time that I crashed. I hate my Oakley's, they make me look like I play for the other team (not that there is anything wrong with that.) But the feeling that I get when I clip into my pedals, the feeling that I get when I power up a hill...it beats out the hate.
I feel the same way about a lot of things. I presume that most people do. I hate the act of going to the gym, but I love it once I'm there. I hate getting up in the morning, but...wait, nope. That's just a hate. No love. Anyway, if you couldn't guess I went out for a ride today. I only went 15 miles, but it was 15 miles that I almost didn't do at all. My good friend and I were going to go on a ride, 80 minutes because that is part of her training schedule for her triathlon training. However she had some puppy issues (which I completely understand) and couldn't make it in a time that would work for both of us. So, as I sat watching crap TV I debated on whether to go at all. No one would know, or care for that matter, no one except me. So I went. Trainer said it was too cold out for him to go so he ran instead....logic? I have no idea.
Overall this was an AWESOME weekend. I took Friday off of work, Hoe was supposed to come in to town, however all the flights were booked up and she had to cancel at the last minute. I was going to go to work, but my office mate insisted that I take it off. Which was probably a great idea since she's driving me NUTS, another story for another time. I finally cleaned out the majority of my closet, much to Trainer's delight. I went to Costco, which I have named The $100 store, put the groceries away, went to the liquor store...and even made dinner! Then Trainer and I got a little tipsy and acted like a couple of teenagers. Fabulous. Saturday was kind of a waste (read - hangover) although I did make it to the gym and sweat out some alcohol on the elliptical. We didn't eat too bad, except for the Panda Express for dinner...LOVE Panda for a hangover. And today we didn't even go out to eat once! Not even for coffee...a record!
Yoga Zen Babe and I went and saw "He's just not that into you" this afternoon and I thought it was a good/cute movie. It ended better than I thought it would and spending time with YZB is always a treat. I thought I wasn't going to like it from what I'd heard, but I did like it. And after this weekend and my conversation with Trainer on Friday evening I realized that he IS that into me...still! This year has been so great and healing and more than I expected. I know that my blogs of late have been filled with this sentiment, however things just keep happening, good things. Eh, my life right? No one HAS to read this. :)
So, my next blog will most likely be about my office mate. She gives "not a morning person" a new meaning. Until then...