***WARNING***BAD DAY
I could not drag myself out of bed this morning. The boys didn't move a muscle even when I left this morning. I was looking forward to the morning ride since it was a very nice 69* again. I decided to mosey on in, I was running a little early than my late start times of lately. I had an 8:30 meeting so I figured I had time to take my time. 20 minutes into the commute BAM a flat! I couldn't believe it- I was just meandering through a new live/work buildings brand new sidewalks. I could see Buckhead...on the horizon and I thought SH*T that's about an hours walk! I felt like a dumbASS to not have anything- no spare tube, no tools, Freakin NOTHING! On Sunday's ride I put everything in my bar bag and then didn't change it back to my weekly backpack- DUH!! Man I was pissed at myself. I had no one to call, I don't really know anyone that well at work, besides I don't have thier phone #'s anyway to get ahold of them at 7 in the morning. I started to get my mind around the long walk ahead then I realized....I was only 1 block past the MARTA Linberg Station. I checked my pack- YES I had some dollars on me. Cool, but still totally mad at myself every freakin step of the way to the train station.
I'm not really good at riding the train and have never done it by myself. I got my fare $2.25 and took the bike (freakin flat tire) through the handicapped gate and rode the elevator down to the platform. I figured out North, South routes, and waited. I got on and then realized there are two north trains?? Luckily the next stop was where I wanted to go anyways, it was about .2 miles to the office from the train stop. I felt like an idiot the entire walk to the bike rack. I locked up my freakin flat tire and bike- talk about feeling stupid- I KNOW better. I decided I can't do anything about it until after work anyways.
At lunch I decided to slip down to the Tuesday yoga class at the gym, I figured it was a different teacher than the Friday. I actually thought, if it's a different teacher I won't go. I really like the Friday class, it's perfectly what I need/want from a yoga class. But I was really looking forward to a quickie, it was a different teacher so I stayed anyways. HE SUCKED. He did the class like it was aerobics, no sun salutation warm up and then right into a bunch of variations of warrior pose and LOTS of plank-lower-downward dog which KILLED the planter ficiatis. It was mostly the same people from the Friday class so I stayed and tried to keep up. After 20 minutes my feet were DYING, they were so tight and burning, I just sat in meditation pose for about 10 minutes while everyone went on. The teacher never even asked me what was wrong. Usually the instructor would want to know, I guess he figured the fat girl couldn't keep up. Oh well. Yoga is all about being who YOU are, right now. And pushing your limits but slowly, and becoming who you can be, but still you. Not everyone is the same and that is what I like about yoga, it's so personal, every move can be modified to where you are right now and you can push each move a little more each time. It isn't just the motions like he was doing. I ended up going to lunch with some fun ladies from the office, it was fun, but I bought $6 soup for lunch which I hate doing.
I got another bill from the water company that I have $100 credit still from the old place. I finally called them about it today, I just assumed they would send me a check for the credit. They will, in 16 weeks! They say that's how long it takes to process the credit. Gotta love the city.
The way home I was dreading since I had the injured Freakin Flat Tire to carry to the bike store about a mile away. Normally a mile isn't far but with a front flat tire on a bike it's a slow trip. I decided to spend another $1.75 and take the bus 4 stops to the one in front of the bike store. The driver was really nice and really liked the bike. She was very helpful to get me dropped at the closest stop.
I was also dreading going back to Free Flite. I rode the Gary Fisher Kaitai like 6 times when I was bike shopping and totally bugged those guys for hours about my bike want/needs. I told them I'd be back the next day to buy it, and I got the Mongoose instead that night. I felt like I was going back with my tail between my legs with my souped up Wal Mart bike. They were great about it though. Damon who had been helping me liked the Crossway, or at least he said he did. He couldn't believe the price though when I told him. So he fixed me up with a new tube, charged me $16 bucks and I headed out the long way home down Peachtree. I met another woman commuter in Free Flite and chatted for a while. She inspired me to ride more on the street. It was about 6:45 and the traffic was light so I jumped in my lane. Zoomin along feeling pretty cool and BAM! Another FREAKIN FLAT!!!!!!!! I just about threw my bike into oncoming cars I was so mad! Instead I threw in the grass. Yeah, I threw a little fit, I'll admit here on my blog. I was pissed off, at the bike, Free Flite, myself for not having a repair kit, the damn City of Atlanta water department, STUPid yoga guy. Again I started going through my list of who I could call ot many that would come get me. I was about 8 miles from home. MAN that is going to be a LOOOONNNGGG walk I thought. Damn Matt for not being around when I need him, blah blah, waaa waaaa- I was so mad. THEN I realized...the evil Peachtree Bikes was only a block behind me. FUnny how those things happen. The lady at FF and I were just comparing whinny stories about how the Peachtree guys were total bike snob jerks. And now I have to go in there with my tail between my legs and beg for a fix with only 5 dollars on me and no credit card. Crap.
I stood there at the counter while two guys just flat out ignored me. Finally after the guy who's bike the tall guy was working on walked behind the counter and started talking the mechanic said Hows it going? I said Not so great, 2nd freakin flat today. He mumbled something and kept working on the super slick machine in front of him. He finally gave the bike to the other guy and looked at mine. I apologized for bringing the negative energy into his shop when he was so obviously swamped. After I told him I came from FF he inspected the rim closely and saw that the tape on the inside of the rim was way up on the rim wall and showed me how it gave me an instant flat. He hooked it up in like 4 minutes and gave me my busted tube back to give back to the FF guys. His name was Shaun, he rocks, he just charged me for the tube, $5.40 it was ALL I had. Maybe Peachtree isn't so bad after all. This must all be from my bad karma for bad mouthing them, that's what I get.
I headed out a little shy about being so critical of the bike shops. Then about three blocks down I realized he barely filled the tire, it was REALLY low. So it was a slow ride home waaaaay on the back of the saddle and taking it SUPER easy. I actually went back and forth with a runner I was so slow. I HAD to make it home on this one, otherwise it was going to be a LOOONG walk home.
I get home and Blue's nose is all cut up. WTF??? He is trying to get something on the other side of our chicken wire make shift fence and has cut up his nose! Blood everywhere. Fun times.
I'm not really good at riding the train and have never done it by myself. I got my fare $2.25 and took the bike (freakin flat tire) through the handicapped gate and rode the elevator down to the platform. I figured out North, South routes, and waited. I got on and then realized there are two north trains?? Luckily the next stop was where I wanted to go anyways, it was about .2 miles to the office from the train stop. I felt like an idiot the entire walk to the bike rack. I locked up my freakin flat tire and bike- talk about feeling stupid- I KNOW better. I decided I can't do anything about it until after work anyways.
At lunch I decided to slip down to the Tuesday yoga class at the gym, I figured it was a different teacher than the Friday. I actually thought, if it's a different teacher I won't go. I really like the Friday class, it's perfectly what I need/want from a yoga class. But I was really looking forward to a quickie, it was a different teacher so I stayed anyways. HE SUCKED. He did the class like it was aerobics, no sun salutation warm up and then right into a bunch of variations of warrior pose and LOTS of plank-lower-downward dog which KILLED the planter ficiatis. It was mostly the same people from the Friday class so I stayed and tried to keep up. After 20 minutes my feet were DYING, they were so tight and burning, I just sat in meditation pose for about 10 minutes while everyone went on. The teacher never even asked me what was wrong. Usually the instructor would want to know, I guess he figured the fat girl couldn't keep up. Oh well. Yoga is all about being who YOU are, right now. And pushing your limits but slowly, and becoming who you can be, but still you. Not everyone is the same and that is what I like about yoga, it's so personal, every move can be modified to where you are right now and you can push each move a little more each time. It isn't just the motions like he was doing. I ended up going to lunch with some fun ladies from the office, it was fun, but I bought $6 soup for lunch which I hate doing.
I got another bill from the water company that I have $100 credit still from the old place. I finally called them about it today, I just assumed they would send me a check for the credit. They will, in 16 weeks! They say that's how long it takes to process the credit. Gotta love the city.
The way home I was dreading since I had the injured Freakin Flat Tire to carry to the bike store about a mile away. Normally a mile isn't far but with a front flat tire on a bike it's a slow trip. I decided to spend another $1.75 and take the bus 4 stops to the one in front of the bike store. The driver was really nice and really liked the bike. She was very helpful to get me dropped at the closest stop.
I was also dreading going back to Free Flite. I rode the Gary Fisher Kaitai like 6 times when I was bike shopping and totally bugged those guys for hours about my bike want/needs. I told them I'd be back the next day to buy it, and I got the Mongoose instead that night. I felt like I was going back with my tail between my legs with my souped up Wal Mart bike. They were great about it though. Damon who had been helping me liked the Crossway, or at least he said he did. He couldn't believe the price though when I told him. So he fixed me up with a new tube, charged me $16 bucks and I headed out the long way home down Peachtree. I met another woman commuter in Free Flite and chatted for a while. She inspired me to ride more on the street. It was about 6:45 and the traffic was light so I jumped in my lane. Zoomin along feeling pretty cool and BAM! Another FREAKIN FLAT!!!!!!!! I just about threw my bike into oncoming cars I was so mad! Instead I threw in the grass. Yeah, I threw a little fit, I'll admit here on my blog. I was pissed off, at the bike, Free Flite, myself for not having a repair kit, the damn City of Atlanta water department, STUPid yoga guy. Again I started going through my list of who I could call ot many that would come get me. I was about 8 miles from home. MAN that is going to be a LOOOONNNGGG walk I thought. Damn Matt for not being around when I need him, blah blah, waaa waaaa- I was so mad. THEN I realized...the evil Peachtree Bikes was only a block behind me. FUnny how those things happen. The lady at FF and I were just comparing whinny stories about how the Peachtree guys were total bike snob jerks. And now I have to go in there with my tail between my legs and beg for a fix with only 5 dollars on me and no credit card. Crap.
I stood there at the counter while two guys just flat out ignored me. Finally after the guy who's bike the tall guy was working on walked behind the counter and started talking the mechanic said Hows it going? I said Not so great, 2nd freakin flat today. He mumbled something and kept working on the super slick machine in front of him. He finally gave the bike to the other guy and looked at mine. I apologized for bringing the negative energy into his shop when he was so obviously swamped. After I told him I came from FF he inspected the rim closely and saw that the tape on the inside of the rim was way up on the rim wall and showed me how it gave me an instant flat. He hooked it up in like 4 minutes and gave me my busted tube back to give back to the FF guys. His name was Shaun, he rocks, he just charged me for the tube, $5.40 it was ALL I had. Maybe Peachtree isn't so bad after all. This must all be from my bad karma for bad mouthing them, that's what I get.
I headed out a little shy about being so critical of the bike shops. Then about three blocks down I realized he barely filled the tire, it was REALLY low. So it was a slow ride home waaaaay on the back of the saddle and taking it SUPER easy. I actually went back and forth with a runner I was so slow. I HAD to make it home on this one, otherwise it was going to be a LOOONG walk home.
I get home and Blue's nose is all cut up. WTF??? He is trying to get something on the other side of our chicken wire make shift fence and has cut up his nose! Blood everywhere. Fun times.
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BADDAY!