1 post tagged “biking”

I wish I could say, Greece!  The Olympics!  even dare I say it....North Dakota!  Nope.  I've been right here, doing not a thing.  Nothing.  I've been spending a LOT of time working with Ava on her "staying in bed, and working on relaxation techniques".  I've also been bike riding (yeah!) and (waaah!).  The Yeah! is that I rode 25 miles on Sunday and then 10 more on Tues. night.  The Waaah! is that the group leader that I got is an older gent who insisted that "cycling is for MEN and that if I "just lost 20 lbs. or so, I would be "perfect rider".  He has a very strong Polish accent.  If you can imagine..."you have good form, good skill, just lose little weight, and then, yes...perfect rider...though you ARE woman."  hmph!  So, I joined a women's group (yes!) and got accepted yesterday (yes!) only to get an e mail today that they have disbanded (NO!)  So...I'm back to square one.  I think I put up with annoying polish guy until I get the skills to move to the next level and hope that the next level leader is a little more...polite?  less-sexist?  I guess it will be good training for me to stick up for myself, and maybe it will give me a little more reason to kick his sorry old ass!  (okay, I'd just like to say, biking is for WOMEN!...and maybe GIRLY MEN!) I think he'd have a stroke. 

My cousin is coming to visit, which will be nice.  Just for the weekend.  Then my mother in law is coming to take care of the girls and the sick cat for a few days, while I tag along on a business trip to FLA.  I hope to do nothing but read, read, read, and swim, swim, swim.

Meanwhile, if you remember the NAIR incident...I went today to get my eyebrows waxed and the woman said, how about your upper lip?  and I said, errr. and she said yes, definitely, you need it! so there goes the lip, then she said, now we do chin! and zip there went the chin, and she said, ooh beautiful, now we do just a little here and here and RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP...while I'm reclined on the chair thinking, my god!  I'm not sasquatch!  I am very sore, red and puffy-however, hair free and soft as a baby's bottom.  Next time, I'm bringing Barb along.... 

I guess the moral of this story is, I do not have any guts.  I need to learn to say NO! and PISS OFF! and WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DEALING WITH.  I think the proper term is that I personify the word milquetoast.