New Seat New Shoes
I needed a new bike seat. My bike is a boys bike and thus came with a boys seat. This does not work on my 55 year old woman butt! Up to the bike store I go, get advice, and here we go, a new seat. Ahhh, much chushier. The bike guy even adjusted my handlebars to give me a better grip. Yippee!
As long as I'm in a buying mood I zip over to the running store for some new kicks. Mind you I don't run. The young girl helping me was great when I told her my woes and showed her my old shoes. Laughing she told me my shoes were about 10 years old. I told her I hate running shoes because they make my feet hot. I rather wear high heels. New shoes and socks in hand I leave eager to begin my venture into the world of exercise once again.
Once home, I change clothes donning my new shoes, grab a water bottle, and off I go! I am excited! Up on the trail, I noticed that my brakes were in a weird place and I couldn't shift gears very easily. Maybe I just needed to become one with my bike again...I continue. Not good. Frustrated I turn around cursing the bike man for messing up my handlebars. How dast he? Now that I'm in a mood my whole afternoon is wrecked. I post on Facebook venting. I text my husband that I'm done and piss on exercise. Plus my feet are hot in these new fancy shoes. I pout.
Hours later, my husband comes in the house with a glint in his eye. "How's your handlebars?" I launch into the diatribe and he stands there appearing to be listening. When I'm through, he smiles saying, "Your handlebars were turned around, that's why you couldn't brake." He is waiting. "What? I just took the bike out of the car. How am I supposed to know?" Now I am not mad, but evidently my blond is showing. Ha! Honestly, I had no idea. Looked the same to me either way.
After dinner I re-don my bike clothes and fancy shoes. I go for a ride. I can brake! Amazing.
