I went for a ride last night. My foot has been hurting so I knew I needed to do something other than running. When I got home from running some errands around 7:30'ish I lamented to my roommate how I didn't want to go on a ride, how I hate riding in the city because I fear for my life, how running is so much easier because you just put on your shoes and go--no flat tires or other equipment worries, how it would be getting dark soon so I wouldn't even be able to go that far. After I was done telling her all these things I knew I hadn't talked myself out of it. I had to go. So I went in my room, pulled on some spandex, put on my cycling cleats and helmet and I was out the door.
The ride was nice. I guess it's a nice change from running. It's easier on my joints and hamstrings. Though, my right knee was bugging me a bit. I only went about ten miles. I felt like my bike was making weird noises (like something--the tire--was about to fall off or something) but maybe the chain just needs to be greesed up a bit? And I'm always paranoid about the inflation level of my tires. I sure do like running...
Maybe next time I'll try riding up a canyon. Emigration, perhaps?
~10 miles; 9th East
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