A funny thing happened on my long bike ride on Saturday. I was riding along, just having passed the quarter point of the ride and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I was quite literally thinking about how I normally envied Dana and her walking buddies, Shelley and her running group and others who get to exercise with a group - and that today was so perfect by itself. I was thinking how peaceful and wonderful the ride was - what a gift the amazing weather turned out to be and how just keeping cadence and breathing was almost like an active meditation. It was glorious. And ironic. And then I was passed.
The woman who started to pass me this time had passed me earlier in the ride. And then I'd passed her on the climb and didn't give it a second thought. But this time, instead of passing she sort of struck up a conversation basically along the lines of how hard it was to find someone of "our age and pace". And there you go. We ended up riding the remainder of the ride together - talking some - she lives just a couple of blocks away from me - exchanging contact information and wimpiness factors (how cold? how much wind is too much wind to ride in? three hour max?) and plan to ride again together on Saturday morning - weather permitting. It will be nice to have someone to ride with, I think.
Sunday dinner ended up just kicking my behind. By the time the guests left (including Bick's ex-wife), we were both just wiped out. It went really well, but man, even with good planning and prep, dinner for eight is just hard work. But everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I ate too much junky stuff and not enough real food. We didn't really eat a regular meal until dinner time - just snacking through the day - and that just doesn't work for me. And I'm feeling the "hangover" today. It wasn't over-eating, it was just eating bad fuel and expecting my body to like it.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Enjoy the drop-ins.