Exercise is Dangerous!

I was out biking today and I noticed 2 buses stopped in front of me. I would make it between the buses and the cars if the bus doors were closed. So, I slowed to a crawl and waited until all of the passengers were off the bus and the bus doors all closed to make the attempt to pass the bus. Needless to say, one last customer waited until I was moving to demand to get off the bus and I guess you could say I got "doored". I was barely able to miss the bus doors, but I did manage to crash into the curb and the car parked next to the bus. My chain came off the bike and I peed my pants, but I escaped with my life and no major damage.

Candide INDEED!

I had only barely heard of the musical Candide before. Dean asked me if I was interested in attending the show and I was quick to say of course! Apparently it has quite the history, that constitutes a soap opera in and of itself. The show, at the Goodman, was SPECTACULAR! Our little Piccolo can put on some great shows, but there is nothing quite like a professional Broadway style event to make you realize that neighborhood theatre is just that, from the hood. Sighs.

Bruises, regrets and kismet

I woke the other day to find a large bruise on one of my thighs. This is NOT a TMI moment, because I bruise like a Georgia peach and I wake up with bruises all the time and can't remember them. I once woke up with what looked like little paw prints on my chest and sure enough, that night when I went to bed and Miss Kitty stood on my chest, I realized, they were actually little paw prints. So, I woke up to find a bruise on my thigh and could not figure out where this came from. Having errands to run, I dragged my bike out of the basement and when I went to get on said bike, WHAM! I hit my thigh in almost the exact same spot on my bike. It appears that for my own health and safety I had to relocate my water bottle holder to a safer position on my bike. Note to self, fill water bottle and take it with you when you leave the house. A water bottle does you no good at home empty. Mystery solved.

While riding my bike, I realized that the one thing I regretted about the whole cancer gravy train thing was that I did not make more efforts to walk and work out while I was down for the count. I have gained back the weight I lost and then some and I am not comfortable. I need to get off my ass and get moving, but the motivation level around here is nil. I must say that since buying a bike I actually love to ride, and that actually fits my size, I love riding I just don't do it enough. I need someone to start cracking the whip!

Speaking of bikes, I have been telling myself to buy a bell for the bike. It is like a car horn, until you need it, you don't need it. I have looked online and at bike shops and not found anything I liked. Recently, I had volunteered for a bike rally thing and it served to remind me that I needed a bell. Oh yeah, and a helmet. Imagine my surprise when a box arrived yesterday and in it was a thank you letter from the bike rally organizers and, a bell. :-)

Where is the Pink????

I have now been to Walgreens, Dominick's, Jewel, Target, Wal Mart, you name it and I am NOT seeing the love/pink this year. I used to think that the entire world turned pink for the month of October for breast cancer awareness. Now, I feel like the world forgot. I was trying to find pink ribbon M&M's for my party or some other pink wrapped candy and I was very hard pressed to find anything other then those awful pink disk things they try to pass off as mints. I am sad, to say the least.