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This is what my arm does

30 Aug

Rode my bike miles yesterday.  Miles.

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When I decided I had to go home or die, it was about 2pm and as hot as hell. I found myself peddling as hard and fast as I could to go up the hill at Carlisle in Nob Hill, but only to find the bike slowly creeping backwards down towards Central. Cars were honking. My body was failing. I had to get off and walk.

When I got home, after I passed out on the floor of the shower for a while, I tried to put on clothes and go about my day as if I hadn’t wasted one of my nine lives on the old Schwinn. To my dismay, I could barely lift my arms, frozen as they were in handlebar position.

I didn’t have the energy or the words to explain to the boyfriend when he got home. All I could do was lift my arm up halfway and say, “This is what my arm does.”

Somehow he understood exactly what had happened.

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Just Like Riding a Bike

30 Aug

So since the move, I’m now like…. I’m going to say approximately four hundred miles from where I need to be on any given day. I’m a horrible driver and I can’t see at night and the scooter is on its last leg of life.

So today I tried to ride a bike.

I also skinned my knee.

I know what you’re thinking, and yes those two facts are directly related. Apparently the phrase ‘it’s like riding a bike’ isn’t a phrase in reference to muscle memory at all. At least, not my muscle memory.

Probably didn’t help that I went back to the gym today after a very long hiatus and everything now hurts beyond reason. Peddling around my weight on an old heavy Schwinn apparently made of WHATEVER THE HEAVIEST METAL IS (osmium, tungsten, iridium, plutonium- I have no clue) sounds like a severe way to whoop my butt back into shape, but I guess I don’t have much choice. Must get around. Mustn’t pay for parking. Mustn’t get fat.

Sigh.

I wish I had a jet pack.

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