Choices

Last night was a terrific time to be alive. The weather was perfect Pre-Fall weather, crisp and clear, warm but not too warm. And I was on my mountain bike, huffing up and down hills, riding behind BikeHubby. Although someone made the snide comment that he brings 'beginner kids' on those trails, definitely meant as a dig to me, I was having a blast. And so was BikeHubby. And BikeHubby can beat this guys ass 10 ways to Sunday on (or off) a bike.

Just goes to show you that we all make choices. Ours was to ride these trails and have some fun. His choice was to try and make me feel small. We succeeded. He failed.

Thes trails are very fun, very fast and I have probably talked about them before. Now that one of my best bike coaches is preggers, and she can't ride trails anymore, I am on my own for practice. And these hills give it to you. I think that my choice is leaning more and more toward mountain biking. Just the interval training alone is incredible.

A friend of ours also came by and asked if I would be interested in riding with him on some of the trails around our house. He doesn't want to ride with the big groups and figures that our levels are about equal. So I think this week, the lights go on, the bikes come out, and we will be off. I chose to leave the big mountain biking group, since, as all women know, size DOES matter. I don't like a big group when it comes to mountain biking, especially ones that seem annoyed if you aren't as fast or as strong as they are. HEY, it's my first year on this thing - give me a break! But I am choosing instead to go with a friend, just the two of us (or three if Bikehubby goes with us).

Choices. Interesting things. I can't imagine that I would ever choose not to ride.