Moving back to normal today. My doggies & kittehs daddies came home last night and I was dismissed. If I wasn’t going to throw the ball, or provide treats or belly rubs, I really no longer served a purpose.
Ah well, it was fun but both my throwing/rubbing arm and my biking muscles (namely my gluteus maximus and surrounding areas) are ready for a break. I’ll be walking for today’s exercise.
Riding the city portion of the Greenline was fun, too. Yesterday I rode out to Shelby Farms again. I’d previously shared a few photos of the trail itself, but I forgot to share this bit of scenery:
A.K.A. Women’s Lockup. While stopped, I took a moment to be thankful that I was raised by loving parents and had so many positive influences in my life so that I didn’t end up making the kind of awful choices that would land me on the other side of that fence. On another positive note, there appeared to be a softball game in progress on the field there. It’s nice to know they’re staying active at least!
The Men’s Correctional Center is on the other side of the path, but the guys were all inside. Atoning, I hope, but I doubt it.
Anyway, I share the photo to show that the Greenline is not just wooded bliss. There’s the whole Penal Farm Complex to navigate, as well as a few segments where the scenery is people’s backyards.
But I like to focus on the wooded bliss parts. Yesterday I got the wild idea that it might be fun to video the segment that passes over the Wolf River Bottoms. Fun, as in pleasant for you to see, and fun, as in hilarious to attempt to ride a bike with only one hand steering and without slamming into someone. The results?
1) We were under wind advisories yesterday, with gusts up to 40 mph. They came from the north which made it a crosswind for the bike path. Coming from the protection of the trees into open areas was an experience. And a half.
2) Ignore my huffing and puffing. It wasn’t the ride so much as battling the winds. (Still preferable to riding into the wind which I’d been doing earlier in the ride while touring the neighborhood.)
3) Also, please ignore my hick accent.
3) Be on the lookout for a cute pomeranian who wanted very badly to jump up on my bike with me. Or to eat my leg.
I hope you enjoyed the ride!
And now I’m off to pound the pavement and give my heinie a break! How are you exercising today? You are exercising, aren’t you?