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May the Fourth Be With Me

In January I wrote about pushing my personal reset button.  I had come to the realization that there is no "I" in team and that the "me" in team is just a bit smug.  But charming platitudes aside, I figure it's time to check in and report how things are going so far.

The good news is that I've actually, like, ridden my bike in the last few months -- and for more than a mile or a spin around the neighborhood.  I bought a little computer thingy to attach my bike to tell me how hard I'm not working when I feel like I'm pedaling like mad.  I even wear padded bike shorts with...well, not pride, but with enough swagger to acknowledge that I prefer comfort over style.

Beyond that?  I'm still learning.  The supposed thrill of flying down a hill with the wind in my helmet has yet to replace the cramp in my hand as I desperately ride my brake and hope I stay upright.  If I want a drink along the way, I best be pulling over to the side of the road because my arms are so short that I can't even reach my water bottle -- although this is a moot point, since even thinking about letting go of one of my handles for more than one second causes my bike to swerve and tilt.  My top speeds have yet to break double digits.  An elite athlete I am not...but me and my pigtails are going to keep on riding and trying to improve!

       Here I am at the Tour de Crawdad, shuffling like the boss I am.

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