As most of you know I have a route that I want to lead. She sits there patiently waiting while I sink into deeper and deeper depths of self loathing. I think I am official in the worst shape of my life. As they say I have dug a deep pit and the walls are steep. I can still for some reason ride my bike, at least a bit, but beyond that I am fairly hopeless. I mentioned to one person I would start sending reports on progress, another stated I was to send weekly updates, I have posted no progress primarily because there has been none. Today the forecast was for clouds with light showers so I figured it would be a good day to take the dog for a bike ride.
The local riding area is a short drive away and is also the local take out for people floating the Snoqualmie River. The parking was not real crowded due to the weather but there was enough demand that the overflow parking had been opened up. This is nice since I can park at the end, gear up, and then ride straight across the street to the approach road to the riding. Without the dog I just ride to the trails but the extra 2 miles of pavement really tears up his paws. Anyway, I pull in and I am sitting in the cab talking to the dog and changing shoes and kind of avoiding the wind and sprinkles when a car pulls up at the other end. Out climbs to young gals, one in a cream colored one piece that has enough cuts outs that it may was well be a bikini. The bottom part is cut very generously, basically a thong. I focus on getting ready. I get out of the truck, lube the bike, grab my phone and start Strava, helmet, gloves, Buddy already has his harness on so I grab his leash and look around. Being a proper dog he has run down to the two hot young gals.
The previously unseen gal is out of the car and is now bent over putting items into a small bag, and given that she is wear and hot pink bikini it was impossible for me not to notice. Considering this bikini was cut even higher than the other bikini and my dog was standing directly between myself and this person and I was trying to get the attention of my dog, well, I just did not look away. My calling of Buddy did not seem to attract either of their attention either. I must say that her dark tan was a nice contrast to the hot pink. My mind quickly wanders, as it does, and I realize this must be a sign. I mean how often do you see a hot pink bikini on an overcast day with light sprinkles. This must be a sign from whatever Gods that be. A sign of the pink pussycat.
My pitiful shape becomes even more apparent, and the dog decides he would much rather go float the river with the two bikini bombshells. It takes much coaxing to get him to come hither. Usually at the first sight of the bike he is unstoppable in his desire to head to the trails. Today, not so much. Finally the dog comes and we head off. My last sight is the gals walking confidently to the shuttle. Them to float in the rain, and myself to ride in the rain, we all come back soaked. The entire ride my mind was stuck on the pink bikini and certain route. This ride went very well, I cleaned trails I had not cleaned in a long time. The jumps felt easier and the descents seemed less steep. This must be a sign.
So today I announce the official start of the road to the Pink Pussycat. This thread will be my long diatribe on whether I manage to achieve the route of my desire. Expect not so much fear but lots of loathing, lots and lots of self loathing.
Day 1 – 10 mile ride.
25 plank rolls with the wheel
