And, the Winner of the Goddess Stage of the Tour de Rail Trail is…

Moi!

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I know that Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest.
But, knowing me, do you think I’d ever listen to that?

I biked 52 miles….yes, again!
And, a BIG THANK YOU to Steve who mentioned that I should change my blog title to “Cycling Goddess of All Things Lovely” or something like that.

Nothing says “fierce” like flowered socks.



Nothing says “fiercer” like a pedicure with flowers on your big toes.



Cycling stuff: $1800 (bike, helmet, iPod, Blackberry, pink sunglasses, pink cycling gloves, water bottles, and granola bars)
Biking 52 miles: Mad to some, but I really did it because I can!
Having the Schulz legs, being able to use them as I do, and loving life: Priceless

Tawanda!



After the 52 mile ride, here I am (not dead……………yet!) tired, sweaty, and salty, lying in the grass getting consoled by Rover, because at that very moment, I felt her age (97 years old, well, in cat years!).



Look, here's a handy dandy cat-years-to-people-years calculator!

cat years

Tangent Cycling Story: In May of 2007, I went to visit my friend, George, in Austin, TX.
I know I said in a previous blog that I wasn’t a pee-in-the-woods kind of gal, but sometimes on very rare occasions, the bladder wins out over my mind over matter tact. :-)
When I went down to visit George, it was mandatory that I ship my bike down, so we could ride every day, and so we did.
I'm not a morning person really; well, I am after my first cup of coffee has kicked in.
There was George, rapping on my door every morning at 7am, saying "Jean, come on. Coffee's made. Your English muffin is toasted. Let get out of here by 7:30."
Eeeek.
The bad thing about not being a morning person and then being expected to ride 20-30 miles at some ungodly hour in the morning is that you need at least two cups of coffee to get going; and, those two cups of coffee conveniently decide that they must egress (telecom term that I love to use!) your body after you're out on the road.

So, there we were riding this hilly section in GodKnowsWhere, TX, and I said to George, "George, I REALLY have to pee."
Of course, all of these ranches are surrounded by barbed wire fences and all the trees are scrubby and low, so it's not like there's anywhere that would make good cover for a pee.
After biking five MORE miles with a very full bladder, I saw a promising group of trees. I said, "George, that's it. Just a minute."
I remember going behind the tree and thinking, "Jeez, the minute I bare my ass some icky green reptile or some slithery slimy snake is going to bite me on the ass, and I'm going to be dead. Sh*t! Is this how I'm going to die?!?!"
Sufficed to say, it was the quickest outdoor pee I EVER HAD!