My Creative Life #1

I shun exercise... it is uncomfortable and it embarrasses me... I suppose another part of me just feels vain talking about it. 

Unfortunately, it's good for you if you don't get carried away... so many wanna-be-super-mega athletes abuse their bodies and end up battered and bruised with chronic pain and reduce the quality of their lives. But a little exercise can't hurt...

So I got me a bike! My first real, not hand-me-down bike (except a small red one when I was six). My only stipulation was that it not be too sporty. Well, it ain't... and the sporty types have a hay day teasing me about my middle aged woman's bike (well sorry kids but I am practically a middle aged woman). No speeds, no hand-breaks just my legs against the wind...

I also refuse to do traffic. Luckily I live in the absolute centre of absolutely no-where so I can pedal my way through gravel roads visiting the goats, cows and horses in my neighbourhood and waving to the Amish as I pass (now there is an enviable lifestyle).

If I had known a bike could be this much fun I would have bought one years ago. 

My beau outfitted me with the world's cutest basket, a great photo op for the world's cutest cat.

Five minutes later I decided to take her for a wee voyage and she decided to jump out of the basket mid-cycle and face planted into the gravel skinning her little chin and ending her fabulous modeling career. 

Poor mia.