I'm Back

I know, I know it's quite ridiculous I haven't made the time to write in me blog. BUT I have some excuses. One, the trip to Haiti, to rebuild schools and water systems, took a lot longer than I had originally planned. Two, BP asked me to come up with a solution for the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, and try as I might, I just can't find a way to convince everyone another black sea could be cool. (Too soon? And drastically environmentally insensitive?) And three, I couldn't stand by and watch the homeless of my neighborhood go another night without helping them fix the grammar and persuasiveness of their signs asking for money and food. (I'm a servant of the people - what can I say?)

Okay, two out of three are lies. Honestly, about three weeks ago, I found out that Mr. Phones (name has been changed to protect the privacy of my husband) and me were not going to be blessed this month with a sleeping, eating, pooping, crying machine (or baby) so I decided to ride my tears away* and train for a 80 mile bike race. I mean, what doesn't say a break from shots like sitting on a six inch seat for five hours? So, that's what I've been doing. Work, ride, eat, sleep, work, ride, eat, stretch, complain to Mr. Phones and sleep.

As I was cleaning the dust off my bike and preparing for my training, my trusty odometer fell off. This buddy has seen me crash on train tracks, traveled with me through four states and seen many a fingers being lifted to "kind" cars. As I went to turn off the odometer I looked through the different settings and found the total miles it had logged over five years of riding. To my surprise it read: 8,685 miles. That's like riding from Los Angeles to Philadelphia three times. I know, I'm amazing. Too bad I still don't know what kind of bike I ride. I know it's yellow and black...

* That was for dramatic effect. Honestly, we are good. Because talking about yourself as "we" screams "okay."