That's how I feel when I pedal my clunky bright pink bicycle. Being short, I've got a lot of power in my stubby legs, so says the tall Husband, who sometimes huffs and puffs after me.
"That's okay," I tell him. "I can't keep up with you when we walk.
Since December 31, 2013, I've pedaled nearly 320 miles on my pretty cruiser. I'm rather proud about that. Several days a week, I take off before breakfast and pedal up and down and through the flat and hilly neighborhoods or trace a perimeter around town. Because I'm alone, I generally follow the streets and roads. Now and then I forge quickly across a field or ford the dry riverbed.
The Mama is almost used to me going out on my own early in the morning. Just when I think it's not a big deal for her that I'm out roaming alone, she'll say something like, "Do you go far away?" "What takes you so long?" or "Aren't you afraid to ride by yourself?"
Yes, I'm afraid. That's why I don't go through remote areas that I would by myself. Of course, some may say that a couple of the routes I take are remote. Perhaps. But, I am careful. And wary.
Bicycling is my favorite form of exercise. Any stress or worries I may have disappear once I've pedaled a block. Wheeeeeeeeeee!
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