Remember, it's only wind

So said a man as he passed me and Husband as were riding up to the canyon. The road has a slight incline and the wind is really strong, so it provides a lot of drag, making my slowness extra slow. Of course, I knew the wind was a factor and I wasn't about to give up, so after the man was ahead of us, I made a snarky comment to Husband that the guy was probably one of those obnoxious motivational dudes who has statements like, "Remember, it's only wind,' stenciled on his wall.

I am frustrated that I am such a slow biker. Everyone passes me, always. I don't care too much because I'm not competitive with things that I'm not good at, but I would like to be just a little faster somehow.


Speaking of faster, yesterday was my first time going downhill on a bike and not being scared. We had ridden to our target destination (we arrived there a couple of minutes after I excoriated Husband for having deceived me about how far away the place really was--I am really not very nice when I've struggling with something and I was struggling, struggling up this hill). And then we turned around and somehow the downhill going was different than it's been before. It felt good and I sensed I was in control, and I smiled at and "Good Morning"ed the bikers going the opposite direction (after one particularly big smile, I gloriously swallowed a tiny bug, yikes).


Janey and Cheeseball are home from church sick. Janey has been dizzy with a headache for a couple of days and Cheeseball was dizzy and throwing up a little this morning, but seems to feel better now. We have been really blessed with good health this year and have hardly missed anything due to illness.