Tonight, we're going to look at a house. Hubby's bringing the checkbook just in case we really like it. With a move comes the potential for new places to ride. I like this.
I've already mapped out a route and checked out the rideabilty of roads near this house. I hope my exuberance doesn't jinx us. *crosses fingers* *knocks on wood* The path looked very good with the exception of crossing Rt19. No room on the side of the road there. Urgh.
I've amused myself that I find this a priority.
Coming along nicely. I had to cinch my new riding pants with a belt today. The damned things were falling off. I can't imagine that riding with a belt will be comfortable, but the pants have beltloops, so I suppose folks do it.
Fitbit tells me I average 5.5 hours of sleep on weeknights. Shocking, I thought I was getting more sleep. How am I functioning? *takes a sip of coffee* Oh, never-mind.
A co-worker said to me in the hall today: "Speegs, you just keep getting tinier and tinier! Must be the bike riding!"
I average 10 miles/11K steps per day, so that helps, yes.
That made my day.
However, something tells me that with the upheaval of a move, I'll be doing a great deal of stress eating.
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