Lost Something? I’ll Find It.

I was feeling totally cold and lazy early this morning and not feeling my exercise mojo at all. But then the sun came up and the sky was just a little too clear, the air a little too crisp. It’s probably the very last of the gorgeous weekends we’ve got in store for us until spring and I couldn’t just sit here and let it pass me by.

Except the fates had other plans for me.

Barely 2 miles in and I hear that all too familiar and none too welcome rubber-on-rubber sound effect. BLAAAAHHH.

Door 1: Fix it on the side of the road

I take all the tools to fix a flat tire with me in my little bike bag under my seat, but it’s a hell of a lot easier to do at home than it is with the bare minimum of tools and equipment, in the grass with cars whizzing by and nothing to wipe the grease off my hands but the ass of my pants.

Door 2: Call Zak and have him come fetch me

I had my cell phone and could have called him to come get me and gimpy, but by the time he got his act in gear, kids dressed, in the car I might as well chose what’s was behind Door #3.

Door 3: Run home and drive back to get my bike myself.

OK. Door #3. Stash bike out of sight – let’s go.

2 mile run home, bike in the back of the car. Not exactly the bike ride I’d envisioned on this beautiful day but that’s how it goes.

Talk about Deju Vu. Didn’t I just do this?

Wheel disassembled. Geez man – if this story were a fairy tale then this is straight out of Princess and the Pea.

A very tiny, but very sharp rock. Princess Tire, you are totally suited to marry the Prince. May you live happily ever after. Jerk.

Tube patched, wheel back together, we’re back in business. A quick (25 minute) test ride – (or so I told Zak – evil, evil wife!) ride, run, ride anyone?

It is seriously so beautiful outside this morning it’s hard to be annoyed for long. A quiet Sunday at home didn’t make things too bad either.

Time for breakfast, finally! 2 slices of Ezekiel Cinnamon Raisin with 1 Tbsp of almond butter, 1/2 Tbsp on each slice. Yes, I totally measured because clearly I cannot be trusted when it comes to almond butter.

Enjoyed on the deck with half a mango – and even a ripe mango this time! Go me!

Exercise mojo? I found it. Bastard pebble? Found it. Proper almond butter portions? Yup, found that too. Ripe mango? Found. Missing anything? Let me know. I’m on a roll today.

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