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Sep. 22nd, 2008 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicThings I probably didn't consider hard enough before my bike ride:
I don't know my way around this town at all.
The bike path goes through a very bad neighborhood.
It's best to have tires that are fully inflated and brakes that work.
This town is a mile above sea level.
I was kind of stressed when the very simple directions I'd been given to the bike path turned out not to be clear enough. Never believe someone when they tell you "You can't miss it!" Especially if you are Meg Myers, the girl who couldn't give directions to her house from the front porch. I am bad with directions, and I know I am bad with directions, so why do I keep trusting myself to remember directions?
I did finally find the bike path, and I actually had a nice ride. I went almost 6 miles in all, but the last little stretch of it back to Harvey's house is up a long, grueling hill. Trying to be badass and not walk my bike at all, I attempted to ride up this hill, but now 15 minutes later, I am still feeling the remnants of the asthma attack that gave me. I guess that was a mistake. I think that at normal elevation, I would've been able to handle it, but the air is thin up here.
Also, I saw a drug deal go down, a guy with a gun, and lots of generally shady characters. I don't think I should take this bike path alone anymore.
Oh well. I give myself credit for a nice effort on the exercise front, and tomorrow I think I'll just go to the pool with Harvey.
I don't know my way around this town at all.
The bike path goes through a very bad neighborhood.
It's best to have tires that are fully inflated and brakes that work.
This town is a mile above sea level.
I was kind of stressed when the very simple directions I'd been given to the bike path turned out not to be clear enough. Never believe someone when they tell you "You can't miss it!" Especially if you are Meg Myers, the girl who couldn't give directions to her house from the front porch. I am bad with directions, and I know I am bad with directions, so why do I keep trusting myself to remember directions?
I did finally find the bike path, and I actually had a nice ride. I went almost 6 miles in all, but the last little stretch of it back to Harvey's house is up a long, grueling hill. Trying to be badass and not walk my bike at all, I attempted to ride up this hill, but now 15 minutes later, I am still feeling the remnants of the asthma attack that gave me. I guess that was a mistake. I think that at normal elevation, I would've been able to handle it, but the air is thin up here.
Also, I saw a drug deal go down, a guy with a gun, and lots of generally shady characters. I don't think I should take this bike path alone anymore.
Oh well. I give myself credit for a nice effort on the exercise front, and tomorrow I think I'll just go to the pool with Harvey.
Peace.
