Wild Dingo

For the last two years, it’s been hard to have fun. My energy levels have been on such a roller coaster ride that even having a little fun could potentially turn my brain and body into pudding for a few days. But lately, I’ve been feeling more myself, and starting to ride a little bit, so I got brave and actually “planned” a bike ride with some friends. You know, I had to show up, be accountable and all that stuff.

So, last weekend, for my first group ride, I rode with three brilliant women, a NASA scientist, an esteemed lawyer and an operations executive (yes Jeni, that’s what you are). And then there’s me: a person who draws pictures on the web and pontificates about useless stuff. I can’t figure out why they ride with me. It’s obvious why I ride with them. They make me look good.

The girls were really patient with me. It’s been so long, I almost had to ride with training wheels and going up the rollers on Arastradero, I almost went backwards. But it was the kind of ride where our mouth cadence was 200 RPMs and our pedaling cadence was 40 RPMs. I think we covered 35 miles in three hours. For reasons not shared in this post, Jeni gave my left butt cheek a spank while we were riding. Oddly enough, I needed a cigarette shortly after. And I don’t even smoke.

I had so much fun, at the end of the ride, I think I reached my stimulus limit and my head exploded. Poor Jeni had to pick up my brains and stuff them back into my head. It wasn’t pretty. But lucky for her, there wasn’t much for her to pick up.