Bike Ride @ MindSay

I went for an bike ride yesterday. A little over an hour, found the library, found a cool playground, figured out that I should find someplace other than Main Street to bike (oops), figured out that it's half an hour from my dorm to one place I'd like to work...cool.

 

And I was feeling pretty proud of myself for getting some exercise, burning the extra calories, etc. I'm rather aware of the concept of the Freshman Fifteen, and that I happen to enjoy food, so I figure getting some sort of regular exercise is the only way I'll keep it from being the Freshman Twenty or something.

 

So, get back, doing some journal time...and then Jubilee comes into the kitchen and decides to make chocolate-chip cookies before the movie (every few weeks, there's a free movie on campus). And, she informs me, I'm going to be eating some of them. As in, about half.

 

Well, crud.

 

They were really good cookies, though.

@@ has been going to the doctor every Friday for his hand. The doctor says the hand bones are very fragile so he wants to keep tabs on the healing. His hand is healing really nicely.

I had a couple of friends visit today. They stayed all day and although it was nice to see them I, sort of, couldn’t wait for them to leave.

I shouldn’t say ‘them’ because there was one I wanted to stay.

Glasses also came for a visit, he even sat with the watcher and Paulie for a bit.

My arm feels so much better but when I use the pinky to type I get a pain in my forearm so I’m going to chillax more and not type so much. I really want to ride tomorrow and do some other stuff that will require the full use of left hand.

The-Bert took me for a short ride on his bike earlier today and as soon as I got off the bike my arm throbbed a little.

Savios’ black shirt and pants arrived yesterday that I’d ordered…he’s the only one in the house that lets me dress him up.

He used to say things like: “I’m-ah not-ah your fag hag but I like the clothes you peek.” I always had to tell him he had it backward and that I wasn’t trying to turn him gay either.

 

 

 

 

 

Ok so I am crying, but I know the tears will pass and hopefully my tears will not flood my laptop or this post.


I have wanted a motorcycle since I was 21, but my parents constantly asked me to let my desire for the bike go and I did. Well at least I tried to forget about it, but the bike kept calling my name. Slowly but surely I started saving and was planning on finally getting my dream bike a 2007 kwasaki by the end of last month...Ha nope, wouldn't be able to make the purchase because the money was needed to pay unexpected bills. I kept telling myself where there is a will there is a way, and if I was meant to have it the bike would be mine.

Fast forward to last friday and my dreams are answered in the form of a small white envelope. I came home to a credit card offer that would cover a down payment for my bike as well as other necessities to begin ridding. Believe it or not as much as I wanted to run and make the purchase my hands would not make the call to accept the card. While the credit card would have been great my credit is not the best so I declined. Later that night I took another look at the offer and called in my acceptance.
Fast forward to sunday and I begin to hear my brakes squeaking, great her gos the other shoe dropping. (why  me...WHYYYYYYYYYYYY)
Fast forward to this morning (yes i know fast forward is overused..but hey so is the other shoe!...lol)
Anyway the mechanic calls me and drops the bomb.

Good morning CJ, its Mike.
Hi Mike.
Sorry did I wake you?
Yep, but I was waiting for your call anyway.
Ouch, well sorry to have to do this , but I have bad news.
Tears start coming toward my eyelids as I bite down on my pillow.
Ok...How bad is it
Well it is going to be $625.00
I didn't hear anything after that....the damn broke and the tears fell.
I called mommy ( yes that is what I call her as I will always be her child and she is the only one I can  cry to w/out being seen as a baby)
Mom says well there go's your bike..aren't  you glad you did not get it?

As much as I want to continue crying and feeling bad for myself I can't. Everything works out the way it is meant to be. I still want my bike (candy red to match the mustang ) but I have to look at the blessing of having one of the cars of my dream as well as being able to pay the bill after receiving the card less than 3 days of getting approved.

thank you!
thank you !

I want to ride my bike ....

And I will .... probably in a bit here. 

As I was cleaning my bike I was remembering the relationship I had with it a few years back.  I say relationship because back then my bike was my best friend.  In the attempt to lose some significant weight and to overcome my depression ..... my bike became my saving grace.

I rode my bike everywhere .... and at 7100' in the Sierra's there were plenty of  "ups and downs".  I was postmaster at the time of our little town and I would ride downhill to the P.O., spend my four hours there, then down to the shop to help Dave with whatever.  Then I would choose the route home .... and it depended on my mood for sure ..... how much "burn" I felt I could endure.  On particularly tough days where I was have a hard time dealing with the reality of death .... I seemed to choose the route that would hurt the most.  My legs screaming ... my thoughts focused on loss .... I would cry and push on ..... cry and push. 

When I would get home .... the slight downhill coast to the house was always welcome .... I would run up the stairs .... put in an exercise tape and do aerobics for the next hour.  Sometimes I would shower and relax after that ..... sometimes I would get back on the bike for more ..... therapy.

Soon Dave became concerned ..... I weighed in at 117 ..... solid muscle.  I couldn't stop riding my bike. It always let me yell, cry, scream ..... it let me use it for relief ..... it gave me peace.  But because of people, not just Dave .... I quit that addiction.  The exercise addiction. Many became concered I'd exercise myself right out of existance.

But today .... cleaning and tuning her .... she called out .... I've never need to ride like I feel the need now.  Dave wants to ride with me.  I'd rather go it alone.  I haven't had a good cry with my bike for awhile .... and haven't had her testing me ..... pushing me to my limits .... and I think I really need that now.  I want to feel the burn .... I want to feel alive after the push.  I want the sweat to pour ..... the legs to shiver and weaken .... I want to feel the burn .....

Bicycle Race - Queen

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black I say white
You say bark I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah
Fat bottomed girls they'll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks get set go
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race

Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle
Bicycle race

You say coke I say caine
You say John I say Wayne
Hot dog I say cool it man
I don't wanna be the President of America
You say smile I say cheese
Cartier I say please
Income tax I say Jesus
I don't wanna be a candidate for
Vietnam or Watergate
Cause all I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

Peace.  J.

Thanks everyone for the uplifting words of encouragement. Im feeling better. I know that Miko had a wonderful night before she passed in her sleep. I was reading outloud to her and Josh. She layed between us and purred. Once in a while she would look up at us lovingly before laying her head back down on one of us. She told us it was time for her but I wanted to stay optimistic and deny that.

We took her to the vet to have her taken to be cremated. It was hard. We cried alot and dealt with alot of old and new feelings of grief. We decided after that to celebrate her life and try to have a good day. I was treated to some Japanese food and some YUMMY sake! We bought a new *awesome* bike for Savannah. I will get some pictures up. Then finally I got a vintage hat that just rocks! It's from the 20's and I love wearing it. *Will get pics of that too*

I recieved a letter from one of my friends. The letter was nice but it had strong hints of depression in it. I immediately wrote a handwritten letter back and drew a picture to go along with it. :D I hope he likes it.

Today we took a bike ride. Let me clarify... A BIKE RIDE... in Wisconsin... the end of December... WOW!!! Its in the mid 40's right now. I looked at my flower bed and I saw that my daffodils were already trying to pop up. Not good considering Im sure we are due for much more cold weather; after all this is Wisconsin!

I miss talking to my friend Wanda. I feel terrible because I havent been able to be on long this week. Being busy sucks. I also feel bad because of my lack of blogging. I think tomorrow I'm going to make some resolutions and I will try my darndest to stick to them.