Biker Babe

I'm no athlete not that I was ever the last one picked in Dodgeball but you wouldn't call me a jock per se. In fifth grade I shot a basket for the other team. In college, my bike only got action whenever I rode it home from the bar after a late one. One particular evening, the Docta thought it best that he take over the handlebars so I cozied up on the seat behind him. At first it was an exhiliarting ride whipping through the tree lined streets. Exhiliarating, until we bunny hopped off the curb and together flipped over the handlebars making one big, bloody, body pile. Licking our wounds, we hobbled home dragging each other and the bike. This same bike eventually collected so much dust our neighbor took it as his own thinking it had been abandoned. I don't know who was more embarassed when I caught him riding it one day.

"This is yours...uh it hasn't been touched in three years?" he looked at me skeptically.

"I'm really busy," I told him, a total lie since I didn't have kids but what did I know back then.
I say all this because I have officially signed up for the Women's Danskin Triathalon in August and I'm peeing my pants because I haven't been on a bike since the glory days of college. I signed up for this particular race because I scribbled this down as one of the top ten things that I would do before I get "old" whatever that means and an August deadline seemed motivating enough. I have ran many 5Ks in my lifetime but never an event like this one. It's one of those pomp and circumstance events where they really push the gear on you. Like this Danskin tri-suit which looks more like an adult onesie than some fancy schmancy racing suit in my opinion. Actually from the description it sounds like it could be the perfect mom uniform possibly replacing the beloved sweat suit as the preferred leisure attire. According to the ad, the tri-suit wicks away perspiration like water off a duck's back. Perfect! No need to change your clothes anymore in the tri-suit moms can simply sponge off the undesirables left from grimy hands. Another bonus "the deep power mesh will add serious support." The unclarity makes me feel that its the cure-all for sagging boobs and a dragging belly. Seriously though anything spandex and black is tempting since I know I'm going to have to emerge from Lake Washington after my half mile swim and run to my bike. Run in my swimsuit to my bike. I can't imagine anything scarier than hundreds of people watching me do this. Oh god I better start training....

This past Satruday I set out on my first official bike ride "in training" a 28 mile trip.

Here's the crew...

Notice the kegs in the background...our goal was Red Hook Brewery. I mean our goal was to challenge ourselves to make good time and our destination was to be Red Hook Brewery. The men in our lives had been placed "on call" in the event we needed to beer medicate.

I'm still having trouble sitting down as I write this. Clearly my "soft tissue" as they've explained to me has a long way to go before it develops the proper callouses that will make me a real biker babe but I've got images of me running down the beach in my tri-suit to keep me motivated and to keep me riding....