|Magical sunrise that I tried to ignore.|
I'm mad, you see. Mad at cycling. Mad at helmets and traffic and bike paths and clip in pedals.
I'm oftentimes angry. I guess it's a "thing" with me. I get riled up about something and I just get madder and madder. It starts with something like my kid getting hit on his bike and it blows up into the whole world hating cyclists. I get more and more worked up and isolate so that nobody knows what a big baby I am being. Before you know it, I'm back to some very unhealthy behaviors and things are falling apart. Not that you'd ever know. I'm also a very good stuffer. But that is for another post.
Let's get off this morning for a bit, though and back track to last night. I did get out in the garage and shape things up a little bit. Our 8-year-old helped me sweep and we have a couple of carpet remnants that we vacuumed. Cleared of the workbench, hooked an oscillating fan up out there and voila! Nice space to sweat!
We had the radio going while we were working and the kids had a good time. Well, the two little ones did. The 13-year-old was glued to Instagram and the 17-year-old was glued to his girlfriend. *sigh*
|I know, it looks dangerous.|
Wanna see a picture of a belligerent 39-year-old spoiled brat that didn't want to do anything good for her this morning?
|We hates this.|
Do you get like that? So wallowing in the self pity party that you refuse to feel better? Psycho, much Andrea!? So, I refused to see the beautiful sunrise behind the clouds until it was almost out of sight. I refused to smile and be nice to people on the trail - thought I begrudgingly did holler "on your left" to the pedestrians (damn peds, I bet if THEY get hit by a car people will care). See!? What a brat I am!
After I turned around at the halfway point - of a route that I deliberately picked because I HATE IT - it happened.
I was smiling and breathing and pedaling and enjoying the sun on my face. I was smiling at people and watching birds and LIKING IT.
Oh, Lord, you are a sneaky one. Yes indeed. You love me even when I am being the stinkiest, stink pot in Stinker Town. Good thing. Good, good thing.