Since the last update, my bike life has been uneventful. I've bike commuted one or two days a week every week, but the bitter cold kept me out of the saddle and in the interior of my car more frequently than I should have been. However, this past week and a half has been game on again. Let me just say that winter was rough on my body, but it was even rougher biking home in freezing rain. I had to let my glasses thaw out when I got home on one occasion.
I'm back to biking nearly every day again, and have just now recently started to find myself enjoying it again and taking the extended routes home. My beard has been growing since January 1st now, and will continue until I complete my trip. I spend more time on my beard and hair than I ever imagined possible. Brushes, waxes, oils, combs, the list goes on. I feel like the most manly chick when it takes me an hour in the morning to get ready.
I got a tattoo a few weekends ago. I've wanted one for awhile, but was never really certain of what I wanted. One day it just came to me. My bikes have been my therapists, my places of solitude, my anti-depressants, my gym, and whatever else I needed from them, and not just lately, but always have been. After thinking about everything that cycling has been to me, even growing up as a child, I came to an even bigger realization. I'm just a dorky guy on a bike who likes loud rock music. Who I actually am became crystal clear. There's a longer story behind it, but this isn't really the place. Feel free to ask me if you want the non cliff notes version!
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Nice tat!!!
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