I am now with the friend I was to meet. And might I say we are maturely sitting next to a fireplace, she is grading tests. And I am writing my pape....uh well...oh pish posh this is about pretending, right? I'm "writing my paper" right now. Anyway now to continue my blogging.
I pretend to be an intense cyclist. I started getting into cycling this past summer. I entered the summer with nothing but a desire to start this hobby and it's October, and BAM. I officially am that person you hate on the side of the road in her full body cycling outfit with screaming crazy designs on it. The one who takes up tons of space to the right of your lane. I have TWO pairs of spandex shorts, clip-on shoes, knee warmers (don't ask, it's a cyclist thing and you wouldn't understand), and the newest addition is one of those jerseys that have the pockets in the back to hold stuff. What kind of stuff? Still trying to figure all that out.
On the other hand, I have so many things fighting my striving to actually be intense. The fact that I got a flat tire on route 133 in Gloucester the other day and called my *amazing* friend to come pick me up was a definite reminder that I am pretending. I even had everything I would need to change the tube and be on my way. A hand-held pump, an extra tube, and 4 little black thingies to get the tube on once it's pumped up. But again, those things I have to be prepared are all over my bike, making the bike look that much more intense and in turn, making me look that much more intense. Mission accomplished. You might say I have a pimped ride. To the naked eye, I "know what to do" when I get a flat tire.
My dad keeps telling me I should get a little rearview mirror to attach to my handlebars so I can see the cars behind me to be safe. And I say, "Dad, don't you know I'm trying to be intense? A rearview mirror does NOT help that situation out." Throw safety out the window so I can look more impressive? Absolutely. Remember: pretending.
The last reminder to me, and the most painful one(S), both figuratively and literally, would be that time or okay fine those times I fell off my bike. Both times I fell because I forgot my shoes were clipped in. It definitely takes time to get used to. So don't judge until you try. Totally irrelevant but later this summer I fell again (100% not my fault) but this time I was on a group ride and literally RAN SOMEONE OVER, then flipped over my handlebars. I guess ironically I got the worst of it out of all the group riders, but I got up without hesitation and brushed myself off, ready to go. One of the women asked me if I was sure I was okay....piece o' cake, bunch of sallies. This said, I would honestly love to see this happen from my car. A bunch of intense cyclists riding ridiculously close to each other, looking all intense, and then one person falls and everyone else, like dominoes, falling. So funny! And I'm willing to admit it.
Needless to say I went through a whole box of band-aids this summer. Might also be because of the 2 times I fell while running. During the same run. Within 5 steps of each other. Wow. Tangent. But is it, really?
LOL.
6 comments:
So...I officially love your blog. I love your dad's words of wisdom. I think instead of a a rearview mirror you should get a little bell...ring ring! I love that you pretend, and here's a deep thought: I think we all pretend about 60% of our days away. Pretty much you're awesome..and so is your blog!
Oh my gosh Jaq! You will always be one of the funniest people I know. I have a blog, but it hasn't been updated for many months. guineveremc.blogspot.com
I'm going to read more
Ha, I think most cyclists out there are pretending. Since you're so into running and cycling, have you thought about triathlons? Then you can be really intense!
B I am totally blogging about that.
Pretty excited about this whole thing...
Do you have video of any of this? I think Deep Thoughts stock would skyrocket, even in these difficult times, with visual aids (me, trying to talk "teacher"), especially where bicycle gymnastics are concerned.
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