After having biked so far and not really suffering any repercussions from it, I was feeling self-confident enough to try biking to work, in turn crossing another item off my list. I checked my bike to make sure it was ready to go, then packed a lunch and a change of clothes because there is no way I would wear a hoodie and yoga pants all day at work. I needed to be into work by 8 a.m. Calculating how long it would take me to bike to work, I figured 45 minutes and added 15 minutes onto it just in case. It never hurts to be early to work, right? I got up bright and early and headed out the door at 7. The air was crisp and energizing, the sun peeked over the horizon, the birds where chirping and the dew was on the grass. I was the only one up except for my dad, (it doesn’t matter what time you get up he will always be up before you.). It gave me an energetic, go get em’ attitude. I was feeling good. In my mind I was Lance Armstrong (sans steroids). Grasping the handlebars of my brothers pricey road bike I defiantly swung my leg over the seat and sat down, hard. In that one instant the pain I hadn’t felt that Sunday showed up. It hurt to sit, it hurt to stand, it hurt to coast, it hurt like mad to push the peddles. I moaned and cried a little and kept pushing. Between groans I silently thanked God and the highway department for making the ride to work mostly downhill.
I wanted to throw a pie in the face of whoever first said “pain is weakness leaving the body”. Nike?
I pushed on, barely noticing the glorious sunrise, and not noticing my friend Corina who waved as she drove by. At last, after 11 long miles, I saw my workplace. I had made it. A quick check of my phone let me know that I had made it with barely any time to spare. So much for being early. I changed clothes and sat in my office chair at 8 sharp. I had one of the best, clear-headed workdays of my life. Exercise before work, especially an office job, is amazing. I could do this every single day if it weren’t for the whole “early to rise” bit.
Side note, does anyone else think that office jobs will eventually kill us? Just curious.
4:30 slowly came and I knew I would be in for a long ride home. I hopped on the bike and braced myself. It wasn’t as painful this time, but I was weary. I was bone tired, the kind of tired that makes you think you can’t possibly make it. The ride home was uphill so I decided to take a different way home. still uphill but short spurts of steep hills instead of one long continuous hill. The first hill was the steepest and I admit to the fact that I walked it. Some Mennonite co-workers passed me up on their bikes. I hid my face in shame knowing they do this on a daily. After completing that hill I felt this was do-able and got back on the bike, staying there the rest of the ride. The closer I got to home the more tired I got and the slower I went. I didn’t give up and I finally made it home in 1 hour and 45 minutes. And once more I felt good, in a really painful way.
The 11 miles there and 11 miles back, added to my previous biking trip that week, tallied my total miles for that week up to 65 miles. Biking to work is amazing! Whether it will become a thing I do more or not, I don’t know.
I sit here eating butterscotch granola, sipping french press coffee, and thinking about how neglected this blog is. In my last post I promised to post the 2nd part soon. That was over a month ago. I don’t know where the time has gone but it’s obviously not into this blog. Several things have been crossed off my list since then and I want to post about them ASAP so that I can soon post about my trip to India. You read that right, I spent the holidays in India!
Until I write those posts you can make yourself busy by making some of this granola. It’s delicious, comforting, and probably not healthy (can anyone spell sugar?), but I love it.
3/4 C. brown sugar
8 C. oatmeal
4 C. flour
4 C. shredded coconut
2 tsp. salt
3 tsp. soda
1 1/2 C. butter, melted
2 tsp. vanilla
2 packages graham crackers, crushed
11 oz. bag of butterscotch chips (this is a decent amount so if you don’t prefer it very sweet cut back on the chips.)
Preheat oven to 250* F. Mix together dry ingredients in a large bowl. Mix butter and vanilla in a separate bowl then pour over dry ingredients and mix thoroughly. Add graham crackers. Bake for 45 minutes or until graham crackers are crispy and cereal is dry. Add butterscotch chips. I like to add them while the cereal is still hot so they melt a little and form clumps. Serve with milk, yogurt, or just plain.