Have you ever found yourself on a road bike, pedaling away the miles while feeling like a powerhouse and humming happily to yourself? No?
Me neither. Well, until this weekend, that is.
My triathlon is a month away and the snow is melting and, well, it was time. If you have never been on one of these thin-wheeled beauties I think you are missing out. Yes, the seat is narrow and hard. Yes, it is tall and the wheels look wobbly. But pedaling a mountain bike feels like driving a Cadillac with your feet, Fred Flinstone-style, compared to this easy-breezy ride. I feel an addiction coming on. If only it would get above 40 degrees here so I ride without feeling like I am on the back of Harry's scooter putting up to Aspen to find the girl of my dreams and give her back her briefcase.
Yep, that was a Dumb and Dumber reference. I guess that's what road biking does to me.
Also, if you are looking at this picture and thinking to yourself, "Wow. She definitely does not have the physique of a triathlete." well... bite me.
...Okay, that was a little harsh. Sorry. But I'm dealing. You'll get over it.
Oh and if anyone out there is a road-biking afficionado, please tell me that these crazy, hard-as-a-rock, metal-spiked clip-in shoes and pedals that I have are going to be okay. So far I am terrified of them.