The best thing that came out of Emily's bike disaster is that I found out very quickly that my new friend and I share an inner potty mouth. If you'll get up early to bike with me and you like to swear, I'll love you instantly.
There are just so many pretty rural areas to bike around here, and I've been loving getting out further and further on my bike. It pretty much looks like this: farms, barns, hip-high grasses in the wind, cows, horses, tractors.
On one road I ride on often, there is a big sign that says "HAY" and I always wave and shout "HEY!" Cracks me up every time.
I went out again today for another 20 miles with some killer hills. I really feel like I'm getting stronger on my bike. I feel good. And the only thing hotter than tan lines from bike shorts is tan lines from bike socks. I've got those, too.
Next up for the day: Moose Point State Park with my babies.
And, the annual summer hair cut, before and after. I took him to the pros to get it done because last year I did it myself and Reed said that I was "horrible" at it. I guess I pulled his hair too much and it hurt.